Sunday Sunset

sunset over mown wheat

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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  1. 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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