Southern Snow

An endless wait through Spring's rain, Summer's sun and the always unpredictable nature of Fall. A quick prayer for grace and blessing. And, finally, the motor roars with a sound that could wake the dead or at least breathe new life into the nearly frozen field. Harvest has arrived. Later than usual, but perfectly timed to a breathtaking view of pure white southern snow. A vision to behold.

The scene that unfolds each year in the farmer's field is a picturesque lesson of the bountiful profit of patience and prayer.