Letters from Home (9) Acres of Gold
My Dearest Zoe,
As dry as the weather was in the first half of July,
it has been overly wet during the last two weeks. Sad
looking corn on the farm has a renewed freshness to it,
tassels have opened on most of the corn now, renewing hope
for a good harvest. If the rain continues for a few more
weeks, farmers will be able to smile for the rest of the
year!
The corn has grown so nicely that I am now separated from
signs of the world by 28 acres of six foot tall green and
gold. Every time I drive out the lane, I see any number of
the usual "suspects" around the far: deer, fox, rabbits,
raccoons, all heading in for the feast. It might be my imagination,
but it looks like they are all happy and full-bellied!
Just the other day I found a half-eaten ear of corn in the woods.
Someone is either a picky eater or was just in a hurry.
It's nice having all of the fresh-grown privacy, I get
very used to being able to escape the traffic, the noise
of everyday goings-on. Maybe I get to rely on my little
island of peace too much because I know that I'll regret
the day that the harvester shows up and the corn, my shield,
will disappear.
You have to be ready to be reborn; you have to be ready.
Love,
Uncle Roy
The photo goes with the WeatherUnderground blog of EarlB
"Acres of Gold"
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