The Time of Gathering 🌾🍂

Harvest is not just the end of a season — it’s the quiet reward of patience. The fields bow low, heavy with what was once only hope buried in soil.

Every grain, every fruit, every full basket tells a story of waiting, of trust in sun and rain, in time and toil. The scythe doesn’t just cut — it honors.

And maybe we too are fields, ripening in silence, holding within us the weight of unseen days — until it is time to gather what has grown.