The wind was strong last night, and as the farmer was harvesting, dust blew wildly. While light diminished on the horizon, the gray skies, along with the strong wind, made it feel as if winter was fast approaching. This morning, we awoke to crisp, blue skies and very cool temperatures. Anna remarked that she thought this might be our coldest fall trip, and I agree.
We might stop to walk at a state park here in Illinois.
Looking to my Savior,
“Say not ye, There are yet four months,
and then cometh harvest? behold, I say unto you,
Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields;
for they are white already to harvest.”