We finished up the very last of the irrigation of the alfalfa fields this week
At least we think it will be the last,
The air is dipping into the low thirty’s now
So far the little beagle will go with me, but not always.
And not when it’s chilly cold in the morning or chilly cold in the evening. He makes sure to hide. 🙂
The corn whispers and sighs as we drive through
The shadows stretching long against our farm road —the leaves rippling and clattering softly
The sky dappled with vaporous clouds and the silver moon.
The gloaming baths all of us in amazing light.
From my world to your heart,