America the Beautiful

We were driving home from a one of our jaunts around our newly found home in Eastern Washington.

The time was just late afternoon, and the beginning of our Autumn sun color, and the harvests had begun early.  As we drove, I saw "O beautiful for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain"

                                   

                                           For purple mountains Majesty . . . Above the fruited plains....

                                          America,

                                                     America!   God shed His Grace on thee...

                                                     And crown thy good with brotherhood,
                                                     From sea to shining sea