I saw the excavator in an unexpected place, evidently done doing shocking things.
That evening several weeks ago, I was on my way to church to deliver my wife’s contributions to the next day’s noon meal. Due to my illness, I had not been out that way in a while. I stared in disbelief at the scenery in that orchard.
Several years earlier, someone had done extensive work propelled by a vision. The vision entailed making a profit worth waiting for, a profit selling filberts (aka, hazelnuts). The previous time I had been past the young orchard, I had marveled at the height of the well-established trees and admired the pretty green of their fresh leaves. When would they begin to bear fruit?
Now all the trees lay in piles. Read it all