Albin News

As the fields of golden wheat turn to the green of John Deere, and the brown of the rich earth being tilled down for another harvest, life around Albin moves forward. We welcome harvesters as temporary neighbors and friends. We wave to the farmers hauling their gold. We mourn a little when we see the gleamed fields, but know a new crop will come next year.

Life is sort of like a harvest. We are planted. We grow. We get cultivated and clipped a time or two. And we are harvested and taken to a greater field. When someone we love dies, we are often tied up in the loss and forget to see the gold t...