(Read and scroll. I have a cool song for you today. 🙂 )Mr. Farmer called me the other day right before noon and asked if I’d be willing to make a lunch and bring it over to him. He was only 1/2 mi away. I invited Jenny to come along and the 3 of us had a very tasty, impromptu picnic, right there in the the hay field…….. the freshly mown hay field. I love this when it happens. Not only did it place a smile on my face, I could see smiles and hear laughter all around me. This little non-nonchalant meal under the sun was the highlight of our day and it took only minutes to prepare.
The aroma of the freshly mown alfalfa made me realize summer is upon us. The work never stops on this farm with crop rotation and cattle to tend. Mowing hay is similar to mowing the lawn, making rounds as you go.
I think our onlookers across the road wished they could’ve been invited, too. Myrtle, Maude, Mildred, Mabel and their young-ins made it loud and clear they knew what was going on in the hay field.
I encourage every reader to “take time to smell the roses” with your loved ones and friends.
This pic doesn’t do this field justice. When the mowing is finished, the field takes on a striped look from a distance. I know you seen them. Once again, the patchwork quilt of Iowa fields are beautiful and often times fragrant, even from quite a distance.
Even the tall field grass along the edges of the field was beautiful this day, against the very blue summer sky. JUST GORGEOUS!
Just made me think of one of my favorite catchy tunes: Blue Skys by Francesca Battistelli.
“Take time to smell the roses” right now and take a listen. Please. You’ll be glad you did. Very refreshing. 🙂 And guess what? Francesca is going to be performing at the Iowa State Fair this year, along with Newsboys, Thursday, opening night. Hey, maybe you can come too. I’ll be there. I always am. (Have to see the Christian concert, eat a cinnamon roll, a pork chop ON A STICK and a strawberry smoothie………………along with many other novel Iowa fair to-dos. 🙂
Yep, just like Francesca’s song, You, Lord, are always here for us. ALWAYS. Let Your Love be our blue sky in this confusing, harsh, unfair world.
Let us turn to You and seek You with all our hearts. You promise You will be found. Isaiah 55:6 “Seek the LORD while He may be found; call on Him while He is near.”
Thanks so much for the blue skies in our lives, Lord. Can’t wait for the next “impromptu picnic!”