Peahens, Storm Clouds, and Gratitude

My Peahen Bestie

One of the peahens has decided to become my dear friend. Right now, she’s perched on the deck railing, peering through the window as I write this post. Every few minutes, she gives a gentle tap-tap-tap with her beak, just to make sure I’m still paying attention.

Humans must be quite the curiosity to these creatures. Cooper and Gus are curled up at my feet, sound asleep, though they could be out roaming the farm with Dion. The clouds have rolled in, the wind is stirring, and maybe—just maybe—the animals feel it too. My feathered friend now has her head tucked into her wing, a soft bundle of calm against the storm.

These are the kinds of days that make a person slow down. To pour a hot drink, sit by the window, and let the quiet moments invite reflection. There’s so much to be grateful for right now—a new grandbaby to welcome, two granddaughters to giggle with over dress-up and storybooks, and a trip ahead to cheer on our grandson at his final football game. Our little cowboy grandson is still roping everything in sight, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

And then, of course, there are the dahlias. I’m hoping for a break in the rain to harvest a few blooms and continue my photography project. Dion and I will soon begin working on the harvest equipment and organizing the supplies for the upcoming tuber harvest. We’re trying to pace ourselves this year—hard workers, yes, but not exactly spring chickens anymore!

We’ve lightened our commitments this month so we can stay focused on the season’s work and—hopefully—on enjoying it too. We’re praying for helping hands to join us in the fields, to make this not just a time of labor but of laughter, learning, and community.

While the world beyond the farm feels anything but peaceful right now, here in this little corner of Idaho, the rhythm of harvest brings perspective. Maybe that’s why people are drawn to farms in autumn—to walk through corn mazes, take hayrides, and feel connected again to the simple, steady beauty of creation.

So today, I encourage you to pause. Notice the harvest season all around you. Breathe in the scent of rain on soil, watch the leaves turn gold, and thank the Creator for His goodness. His love fills us up to the brim—so full that it naturally spills over to others.

As I look up from my writing, my faithful peahen has been joined by five others on the railing, each with heads tucked neatly under their wings. What a picture of peace on this blustery fall day—a reminder of the promise in Psalm 91:4:

“He will cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you will find refuge; His faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.”

Even in the wind and rain, we are sheltered by His love. What a beautiful comfort that is.

With gratitude,

Debra Flaming

Inspirations

Flaming Acres Dahlias