Golden Stalks
A calm breeze blows across the patio in the early morning hours of a warm November day. Venus and a sliver of a moon greet each other in the eastern sky, not too far apart from my vantage point. The moon seems to be smiling.
Our lone rooster crows in the distance as I sip my second cup of coffee. The day continues to come to life. Endless stalks of dead sage grass wave in the wind, seemingly saying, “We made it another year in the field!” I wish it were not so, given that that lovely golden sage grass, otherwise known as broom sedge, is not on the preferred eating list of my furry white friends, the sheep. I’ve heard it said that sheep will eat most edible vegetation down to the ground, but apparently ‘edible’ is the key word here.
In addition to the golden stalks in the field, another glow of yellow rises behind yonder tree line against the dim blue sky. The moon and Venus gradually become ever so dull as they become surrounded with a brighter blue by the minute. There it is, that glowing ball of fire in the east, ready to rule the day, rolling upward into the sky.
A grasshopper sits, perched on the top rail of the fence, waiting for its body to reach ideal temperature to get on with a day of foraging. Various birds chirp and sing, welcoming the light of day.
The busyness of elsewhere awaits, drawing cars that pass on the highway in opposing directions. Gratefully, I am not one of those passersby at this moment in my life. I’m quite content and happy to be in this wonderful season, blessed to spend most of my days here on the farm. Restful freedom is a valuable commodity to be had. Freedom to explore, discover, unpack who I am and who my Creator desires me to become.
Winter will be arriving soon, but yet is still a month away according to the paper squares called a calendar on the wall. It will bring colder temperatures and perhaps some of that white ground cover, though I don’t desire or long for it. No need to rush it. I plan to enjoy fall a good bit more.
Seasons, seasons of change, never ceasing, the ebb and flow of the life God put in motion for our benefit, and His.
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