Hauling Hay...
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 The sky is always so beautiful in Texas. Always. Every sunset is different and lovely. Gus...