Terry is out cutting the second field of alfalfa, one more to cut after this one. Then we wait for it to dry, so Terry can bale it.
The waning days of Summer are here, at least where we live and farm
There is still time to enjoy the warmth of the day and the cool of the evening.
And August’s full moon, as it scuds through the early morning sky
I love how moonlight feels—a brilliant bright flow of silver
Etched in shadows of corn or tree leaves or branches. Always lovely.
Sometimes covered in clouds,
Sometimes not, there is no heat to the Moon; just a shimmer of silver flooding the earth and everyone on it.
From my heart to your world,