November 6, 1969
Twin birch trees standing side by
peeking through golden leaves.
delicately glistening in the autumn sun
Give me a Joyce
And I stand in
at the artistry
IT LOOKS like cotton-picking time.
The burst milkweed pods with their white balls of fluff still clinging to the
stem resemble cotton plants. But no farmer wants to harvest this soft silky
stuff...for it is weed seeds.
"A BIRD in the hand is worth two in the bush" would be translated
by the farmer today as "an ear of corn in the bin is worth a hundred ears of
corn in the field." He has nightmares of a good snowfall that would interfere
with his corn-picking.
farmer is anxious enough to get his corn picked but much of it is too wet to
crib. I guess he'll have to do what the housewife does when she wants to wash
clothes on a rainy day - use the dryer!
THINGS I noticed the first day of
The milk cows patiently waiting for the farmer, with a slightly
puzzled look as if they were wondering why he was an hour late.
Babies ready for their afternoon naps before they had their noon meal.
- The dog sitting
by the back door waiting for her food an hour before suppertime.
Feeling it was time for bed, but the clock telling us it was too
and animals are at a disadvantage because they can't tell time. They just
have to go by their built-in feelings.
LIFE CAN be
frustrating. Changes here and changes there. We are always being asked to
adjust to something or someone. How good it is to know there is One who is
unchanging and dependable, day after day, year after year and age after age.
"For I am
the Lord - I do not change." Mal. 3:6