November throws her brown cloak around her shoulders and enters our hills, scattering dry leaves in her wake and bringing much colder weather. We have enjoyed a lengthy warm autumn, but now the trees...
“The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth His handiwork.” (Psalms 19-1)
The Heavenly Father has smiled down on our hills today, with bright sunlight lighting up the yellow poplars and shining...
By Robert Frost
O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning...