Vintage Southern Weddings at Magnolia HIll

Vintage Southern Weddings at Magnolia HIll
Southern Romantic Weddings, Destination Weddings and Receptions at Alda's Magnolia Hill • 5110 Stageoach Road, Little Rock, Arkansas | call: 501-690-2574

Friday, November 6, 2020

Out in the Fields With God

 Out in the fields with God...early morning walks offer a glimpse of fall ... a sign of the seasons turning. The fog blanketed the lake quite heavy this early morning and lifts as the day begins.

            “The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God will stand forever.”
                                                                                                            ‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭40:8‬ ‭

 Here, one can see the fog starting to lift off the glassy still water this morning. Fog must be almost everywhere as we are located in Arkansas. It is noted that  the foggiest place in the world is the Grand Banks off the island of Newfoundland, Canada. It is said to get  more than 200-days of fog per year.

 Buddy walks early in the morning and captured this image...By the time the sun comes up the fog has lifted off the water. The color around the lake is slow to turn this year. There are so many leaves to fall. 

Once the fog has lifted, look how the clouds 
are reflected in the still waters of the lake.

This is one of the most popular vantage points at the farm – the back of the carriage road leading to the woods and back pasture behind our lake. In this photo, it’s difficult to see where the carriage road leads, making it quite mysterious and even romantic. 

                      I love how the leaves carpet the carriage road.

My mother used to describe fog to be “as thick as pea soup”. This was originally used to describe the dingy yellow smog from burning soft coal common in Europe. Such fogs occurred in London until the Clean Air Act of 1956. 
We never really had pea soup at home, so I don't know where she heard that! 

Out in the Fields with God 

The little cares that fretted me
I lost them yesterday,

Among the fields above the sea,
Among the winds at play,

Among the lowing of the herds,

The rustling of the trees,
Among the singing of the birds,

The humming of the bees.

The foolish fears of what might happen.
I cast them all away
Among the clover-scented grass,
Among the new-mown hay,

Among the husking of the corn,

Where drowsy poppies nod
Where ill thoughts die and good are born--

Out in the fields with God.

Out in the fields with God. 

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