Monday, August 25, 2014


Playfully, a breeze puffs at the tall hay in the pasture that shyly bends away. Willowy limbs of the oaks and pines are only tickled and jiggle.

Blemishes appear on the face of the pond as its taut liquid skin is disrupted by skittering ripples and concentric rings which reveal evidence of unseen forces above and beneath its reflective surface.

Soon, the night air will cool beckoning us to build a fire within the ring of stones that cozy up to its edges.

Fall is patiently making its way to The Shire and will transform the green wreath that surrounds us into a diadem of beautiful colors.

Each day, dusk reminds us that the sun's strength is waining, its arch flattening, its daylight shortening, its shadows hastening.

Summer and winter and spring time and harvest
Sun moon and stars in their courses above
Join with all nature in manifold witness
of Thy great faithfulness, mercy, and love
Great is the faithfulness... 

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