
The field has turned golden on the bluff near our home...
.... and I am lost in it...
At this moment in time.... I am reminded of this song
...
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And  a time for every purpose, under heaven
A time to be born, a time to  die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A  time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There  is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under  heaven
A time to build up,a time to break down
A time to dance, a time  to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones  together
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn,  turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven
A time of love,  a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace, a  time to refrain from embracing
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There  is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under  heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to  sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time for peace, I swear its not too  late
...
I believe it was adapted from a passage from the Book of Ecclesiastes...
*photo of the field by our house