As we gaze upon the fields of harvest with its grains of golden wheat we anticipate our kitchens filled with aroma of bread with –
red apples fallen from the apple tree!
“The harvest is plentiful but the [workers] are few”
But the harvest is not only fruit of the land for under the autumn sun are those awaiting the Sacred call of the great Harvest of Heaven when all is done!
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