The harvest table is warm and rich, in the colors of the autumn fields and leaves …
… bountiful with the vegetables so
carefully tended to through the spring and summer.
All through the crispy spring and hot summer the Scarecrow stands in the fields, keeping watch day and night over the crops.
The beating sun and the pouring rain may drive us to shelter, but Mr. Scarecrow stays at his post.
Then the crops ripen and the leaves fall …
… and he stands alone waiting for the next spring.
That doesn’t seem right.
Let’s invite him to our table.
We’ll light the candles and remember that we are thankful for the farmers who grow our food, watched over, of course, by the scarecrows.
This post is part of my Thanksgiving Challenge.
I am thankful that farmers work to provide food for our tables, and I am aware of the enormous blessing it is that I do not have to worry where I will find my next meal.