It is not ours to harvest and yet we enjoy the process
Last evening we came home after dark and I noticed
two eyes glowing in the field across the street.
Then it occurred to Warren that the corn was gone.
While we were out for a few hours they cut down an
entire field of corn.
I love it!
Now we have an entirely different view than we had
purple flowers also grew against the stand of trees
across the way.
Now that the corn is not blocking the view
I get to enjoy the purple in front of the trees.
Mom's decorative grass is showing off.
I loved the texture against the
Not that the bluebirds used this box...
no they chose a mailbox instead.
You should have heard the conversations about that
among the neighbors.
Georgia even called the post office and made arrangements
for them to leave the momma and babies alone.
You have to love them!
The photos seen above were taken over the corn just hours
before it was chopped up into tiny pieces to
feed animals over the winter to come.
Who knew it was growing on such borrowed time?
Yep, things are a'changing.
The nights are cool...
the mornings, nippy.
It is time to cut back the Hosta and maybe find
a hay bale or three.
Definitely need to get our annual pumpkins pretty soon.
I love Fall.
How about you?