My four-wheeler didn’t want to start last night so the dogs and I walked up to the middle field to help irrigate.  I have to go slow as Fuzzy just can’t walk fast but he does so ever want to come along.

We were taking our time, Fuzzy and I, Boomer was searching out something in the corn field.

To get to the pinto bean field by Misty’s we must go through two corn fields, to get to the pinto bean field where the water is flowing.  We need to walk along the bean field by Misty’s and our largest corn field, it’s a walk, but not bad and one I have done more than once.

The evening was starting on, the day had been hot, and Fuzzy and I were taking our time, when I suddenly knew…

a shift has occurred with our time.

Something about the air, the look of the sky, how the plants feel and smell and the soil underfoot–if I didn’t know better I would have thought that this evening, this walk through the crops, was an evening in September.

There was just that sort of feel about it.

I stopped and checked an ear of corn…the kernels are starting to dent…

When I got to the first bean field I noticed that there are yellow bottom leaves showing up everywhere

The weeds even look fallish…

Goldenrod is in full bloom and the rabbit brush is blooming

All the farmers and ranchers around us are saying the same thing…something is afoot…everything is about three weeks early.

Will we have an early freeze?  Are we going to have a hard winter?

Who knows only time will tell.

But last night, both Terry and I, felt a subtle shift on farm.

Linda