"There is an elusive quality about November sunlight. At night, little faraway houses, never seen in summer, suddenly prick the dark with their lamps. Fields of winter wheat appear, visible now the leaves are down. All the browns, a thousand browns, come out. Rust-brown, sand-brown, topaz-brown, and the faded gold of harvest fields. The contour of the land is evident, folds and hills and valleys. The sky over all is soft and hazy, and there is a feeling in the air that winter is coming. The shadows look different, sloping across the pale grass. This is a peaceful, serene land, and never quite so peaceful as now, with the crops in, wood piled high, houses snugged down, brooks running slow with leaves. The days grow shorter. Dusk comes before we are finished with the day."
from The Book of Stillmeadow by Gladys Tabor
Praising and exclaiming how thankful I am for all that He has given to me!
Thankful that He is :
“Jehovah Ro’-i ~~ The Lord My Shepherd” Psalm 23:1
“Jehovah ‘Ori ~~ The Lord My Light” Psalm 27:1
“Jehovah Kabodhi ~~ The Lord My Glory” Psalm 3:3