The frost lingers, leaving evidence of the crisp air.
Puddles with a thin layer of ice glimmer in the morning sun.
The sound of scraping, as windshields have been kissed by Jack Frost in the night.
A stillness hovers in the cold.
It’s late this year; this hard frost.
The winds have blown and the cold rains have left a chill in the air.
But, this frost and cold have taken their time in appearing.
There is still much to accomplish before the winter weather settles in.
Haying equipment dot the various fields around town.
A prayer for a final cut.
More bales for winter.
Less need for purchased hay.
We walk into these days with much grace.
It’s been a busy summer.
Probably the busiest we have had.
Many of the farm chores were put on hold.
It’s a balancing act and my farmer is tired.
The sun is slow to rise this morning.
The frosty earth creating a sea of white and green.
The mountain is covered in a blanket of white.
I pour another cup of coffee.
I breathe in the promises of the Ancient Word.
30 Day of Thankfulness
I am thankful for
Hot coffee in my mug and the fire
Time to spend in the Ancient Word
A cousin who comes to visit
Frosty mornings and the warmth of the fire
heat in this old farmhouse
my farmer and his perseverance
my kids and their boundless energy
The Ancient Word and the hope found
the art of baking
opportunities to learn
the sun peeking over the mountain
A new day
the story God is writing
