The browns of endless fields and trees who have laid bare their souls to the winter winds have arrived in Southern Indiana.
With one passing of Nature's hand, the pale season has set in. All we can now hope for is a snow to brighten the colors and lift the spirits. All those who worked these fields not long ago have hibernated for the winter...waiting for signs of life to return. Short days, long nights and the bitter wind lends itself to indoor activities by a fire and the warmth of family.
Come on Santa...we could use a lift.
1156 - Harvest - Sunday Whirl (Wordle #321) presents a list of words that we must incorporate in a writing piece. The words this week are: possible, pretense, individua...
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