Goodbye My Tassled Companions

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Having lived in different climates, it is a delight to watch the seasons change. Mostly. There is a certain nostalgia (paranoia) that comes with the harvesting of the fields. It appears that winter comes with alarming regularity to the Midwest. I like the idea of seasons more than the reality of 0 degrees with a the wind sharply whipping across formerly planted fields.  Goodbye tassled companions. Til we eat again. I mean meet again.

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About christasterken

Committed to a life of purpose. Learning to live abundantly. Embracing creativity. Questioning. Delighting in the comforts of home and family. Determining not to settle only for how things are, but how they could be. Writing is part of who I am, so I trust In God who gave the gift to show me how I can serve Him through it. That is my life…one word at a time. Psalm 89:11a“Teach me your way , O Lord, and I will walk in your truth”

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