....technically, it belongs to the farmer down the road......but, we have always lovingly referred to it as......
...OUR corn.
All summer long it created a beautiful boundary at the end of our property line. It was knee-high and green when we moved in and we saw it mature throughout the summer.
Well, our corn was harvested a few days ago. Nacho was very excited to see and hear the roar of the big, green machine that came right by our backyard.
It didn't take long for the rows to quickly disappear......yet, ever so deliberately, the new landscape began to take shape.....
The boys went out searching for any lost balls and for their favorite lost frisbee....having fun walking where they couldn't walk before.....
treading on new ground....
The view from our window now is just a little bit different.....
I like it.
The sunsets seem just a tad more golden somehow as the rays bounce off the short, harvested stalks.....
Harvested stalks that remind us of this gathering season.....
where we sing more songs of praise and thanksgiving......
the autumn goodness of bountiful graces, gifts and blessings.
Each day.....a gift itself......of God's divine life in us.
Our corn....an a-MAIZE-ing reminder....
of such AMAZING GRACE!!!
It's so different! I bet you do a double-take every time you look out the window! What a beautiful fall we have had. The sunshine has been such a gift as the leaves have turned.
ReplyDeleteSo, did they find the frisbee??
NO, no frisbee!!! Nacho says the big, green machine ate it up!!!
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