past the crawfish ponds, where the pink birds fly...







Saturday, September 8, 2012

a time for everything...

to everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck what is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones;
a time to embrace, and a time to throw away;
a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a tie to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love and a time to hate;
a time of war, and a time of peace.
- ecclesiastes 3:1-8


it is time.
til next time,
farmer mom

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