Although I'm not a big fan of winter, I am growing to love fall. The colors, the sunsets, the harvested fields, and the trees. The hay fields are still deep green and the beans and corn sandy brown. God's paint brush is perfect.
We made a quick trip down to the farm on Sunday. We rested. Donnie worked in the garage and fished. I worked on the puzzle. It's still not done, but getting closer.
Everything was calm and smelled fresh in an autumn way. I'm ready to head back, but then, I'm always ready to escape to the peace and comfort at the farm.
Here's the grand view as we left Sunday. Ahhhh.
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