We've had a lovely stretch of dry warm weather so the farmers are getting busy in the fields. The corn has mostly turned brown and the soy beans are dry and ready to pick. It creates a cloud of dust as the combines move through the fields, camouflaging the huge machinery as if it was some foreign object from outer space. The leaves are beginning to change colors and a few are beginning to fall.
The fall flowers are at their peak. Purple asters brighten the landscape with clusters of their blooms and chrysanthemums are loaded with colorful blossoms. The black-eyed Susans are still bright with their golden halos as the still-red geraniums shout out their beauty until the first frost comes to claim their lives.
Grasshoppers leap about, sticking to blades of grass and plants. Locusts sing their songs as evening settles in. The squirrels scurry to retrieve the acorns as they plop to the ground below. All signs begin to indicate a transition time is ahead. The birds seem to congregate in flocks as if making plans for flying south.
"In the beginning, O Lord, you laid the foundations of the earth, and the heavens are the work of your hands. They will perish, but you remain; they will all wear out like a garment. You will roll them up like a robe; like a garment they will be changed. But you remain the same, and your years will never end" (Hebrews 1:10-12 NIV).
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