Good evening, all! Welcome to Sunday Sunset! Following up Friday’s post, Fields of Gold, here are our freshly mown fields under a pastel Turnuresque sky. Even though the Turner part is not translating very well to digital photography, I cannot help but share the glory!
Tonight, I met our local farmer, Simon, who was parking up the combine harvester DIRECTLY BEHIND MY HOUSE! If I get out early enough tomorrow, he said I can have a ride in the harvester – can I begin to describe my excitement?
(Video to follow…)
Have a glorious week!
Mother Hen
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This reminds me of my favorite poem in all the world.
Let Evening Come
By Jane Kenyon
Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.
Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.
Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned
in long grass. Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn.
Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
Let the wind die down. Let the shed
go black inside. Let evening come.
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop
in the oats, to air in the lung
let evening come.
Let it come, as it will, and don’t
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.
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That is just beautiful, Don! Truly lovely. Thank you so much for sharing it. 😊
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So beautiful!!
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This looks very beautiful and idylic! Hope you had a good time in the harvester 🙂
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Beautiful photo! X
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That looks absolutely idyllic! What a view to relax with
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Yes, it was lovely! Now comes the hard part- getting back into a routine. Boo!
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