Phyllis Beveridge Nissila
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Do you not say, ‘There are still four months, and then comes the harvest’? Behold, I tell you, raise your eyes and observe the fields, that they are white for harvest. (John 4:35)
I live in rural Oregon surrounded by farmland, pastures, and orchards.
Within ‘spittin’ distance” (as they say out here) of the small community in which I live there are cattle, sheep, goat, and horse pastures.
Other plots of land, big swaths of acreage stretching from literally across the lane on which I live to the Coast Range, are filled with vegetables, fruit and nut orchards, and grass grown for seed (this growing region is famous for its grass seed crops in particular, and filbert, aka hazelnut, orchards). (Right now it’s the height of the “achoo season.”)
So “we got wheelbarrows,” that is to say the farmers and ranchers do, along with every other Continue reading