still I notice you…in my smallest deepest heart

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Still I notice you
when change begins, I brace for stronger winds…
in my smallest deepest heart

Still I notice you
when branches crack, at the pruning of your hand…
in my smallest deepest heart

Still I notice you
in the burning dross, chaff blows with your wind…
in my smallest deepest heart

Still I notice you,
I rest my case, surrender to this mystery, in your lap of grace…
in my smallest deepest heart

i rest

Indian paintbrushes almost harvest time

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The wheat/hay is almost waist high, so the Indian paintbrushes are hidden see above?

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I noticed this morning that the field had a darker tint to it. It was the Indian paintbrushes they turn almost a purple color on the stems. Pretty soon we’ll bale this field and all my wildflowers will be horse feed for the winter. I love that but I do miss them so I enjoy them while I can! ッ