Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold.
As I watched the guys haul hay last weekend
I thought about the old Sting song "Fields of Gold".
I also thought about my childhood watching each year as my Dad grew wheat and we watched as they cut it. It blew like liquid gold in the field as the wind hit it. I always thought that no one could make a paint color that could equal the gold color of Dad's wheat field. God's colors are so powerful and beautiful. Wonderful memories.
Watching Wes, Dad, Chance and Brad haul hay was also a beautiful time to put away in my memory for a cold, winter day. The sun was warm and made the pictures so lovely, the fellowship was great and I enjoyed every minute of it.
They sowed fields, and planted vineyards
that yielded a fruit full harvest. Psalms 107:37
This fawn ran around out in the hay field for two days. We think he lost his Mama somehow. He was so beautiful. Hopefully some other nice deer has adopted him by now. :)
Blessings on this gorgeous day! Amy