Oh how we think alike! I JUST wrote a poem about November yesterday and I will be posting it next week. My favorite time of year…the transformation is spectacular. And the colors are so rich and the air so crisp.
That’s great, Chris! I want to see your poem!
The crisp weather, seeing my breath when I walk and the smell of smoke.
Lovely for sure.
Autumn is a time of preparation on our farm. It is also a time of great beauty in Nebraska. As I spend long days out doors with my animals, I see God’s paintbrush all around me. It is truly my favorite time of year.
Oh how we think alike! I JUST wrote a poem about November yesterday and I will be posting it next week. My favorite time of year…the transformation is spectacular. And the colors are so rich and the air so crisp.
That’s great, Chris! I want to see your poem!
The crisp weather, seeing my breath when I walk and the smell of smoke.
Lovely for sure.
Autumn is a time of preparation on our farm. It is also a time of great beauty in Nebraska. As I spend long days out doors with my animals, I see God’s paintbrush all around me. It is truly my favorite time of year.
Anne
That sounds so calming, Anne.