We are so blessed to be able to watch the seasons change from our back window. We know Fall has truly arrived the afternoon that the combine and grain truck show up. There is something so final about hearing the hum of machinery and watching the golden fields stripped bare in preparation for winter. It really feels like we have crossed the threshold between waning summer days and full-blown Fall now.
This marks the beginning of cozy family evenings spent reading or playing board games together. Bringing out the flannel sheets and wool sweaters. Mowing the lawn for the final time until Spring. Preparing our hearts for winter-truly a hard time of year in this part of the country.
So thankful, so blessed.