The Harvester’s Patch, Part Two

Amy picked her steps through the roadside clumps of withered thistles and ragweed. At the top of the lumpy slope, a shack hunkered among untended hawthorn and mulberry limbs. The gray remnants of porch planks and rails jutted in errant directions like a decaying grin along the front. Its mildewed roof…

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Growing Gourdgeous

Yellow and white blooms wilted under the blood moon. Their papery remnants clung to the vine until autumn's breeze tore them away. For a day or two, the evidence of fallen beauty littered gardens across the countryside. Within the base of those flowers who had used their season to pollinate beyond…

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Pumpkin Spice

"He has shown kindness by giving you rain from heaven and crops in their seasons; he provides you with plenty of food and fills your hearts with joy” (Acts 14:17). In the dark of September's final night, orange gourds tumbled into town. They took over church yards and street corners. Some seem…

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