Gold always reminds me of my first eighteen years of life living on my parents farm. We were in a rural area and at least an hours drive to a large city. The fields were full of golden wheat and russet hued milo.
The picture above is not mine, but an example of a typical wheat field. After the wheat was harvested, my father would bale the straw and keep it to use as bedding for the cattle and pigs. This time of year brings out my nostalgic side remembering the family gatherings at my parents and grandparents homes, now all gone.
My view has changed now and the gold I see from my window is one of the golden and russet leaves on the trees. I love this view and wouldn't trade it for the world. The remarkable thing about us humans is that we can imagine and when I close my eyes for a moment, I can still see the golden fields of my childhood home.
As I look towards the blue sky and heaven, I see the golden leaves of our sugar maple trees and I am thankful for the wonderful past I've had and the promise of an even better future once I reach my own "Golden" years.
Welcome November, the month of Thankfulness. ~~ Diane