The prairies are beautiful at this time of year as they await harvest…
Blue skies and billowing cotton balls of cloud float overhead…
Amber waves of grain swell to the horizon…
Prairie roads stretch lazily on a Sunday’s afternoon…
Just a couple more weeks of precious heat and the grain will be dried to perfection. In the meantime the scent of sun-warmed hay and grain is heady.
And I sit with my last-born talking of what’s to come.
She will be wafted away shortly to the next stage of maturing.
The harvest is being made ready, and in the meantime it is beautiful.
–LS
“He who supplies seed to the sower and bread for food will supply and multiply your seed for sowing and increase the harvest of your righteousness.” II Cor.9:10