We have cornfields all around us
Since the moon rises in the East and there is a cornfield, I went out to watch September’s Full Moon
Rise through, and then above the corn tassels
It seemed that I blinked and there the moon was, rising through the flickering corn leaves.
What a joy to see.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The shadows under the corn stalks start turning blue early; promising chilly starts to the ‘morrow. We’ve been waking up to temperatures between 36-38* f ( 2.22-3.33c) for the last two mornings. Although the days have warmed up to a wonderful 75-77*f (23.8-25c), sometimes, with a light warm breeze. Perfect weather!
The night grows quiet, in the way only night can be quiet.
When there is a full moon, the cats are restless, you can hear the trees creak and crack, as their rapid pulse of summer starts to shrink and flow backward; into the roots— preparing for winter. The corn leaves brush against the stalks making soft little sounds as they, too, dry down in preparation of harvest.
The heartbeat of the earth goes on, but softer, slower.
We are up and about, in the last of the full moon’s descent—morning for us comes before dawn now. Work outside shows blue-white breath, as the chill brushes our faces with icy fingertips.
I watched the moon slip behind the backdrop of the Uncompahgre Plateau (Un-come-pah-gray. The accent is on the pah). So far our air is cold and dry. Which is good–we have pintos down — drying out, before the combine can run.
The night ends in gentle peace. Rapidly the moon is gone…vanished.
Just like an angel come to visit our earth.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
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As I sit here typing way, the windows are opened to the world; our air is filled with the smell of pulled onions. The ensilage/silage trucks are busy upon our country road/the sound of the corn choppers carrying on the breeze.
Terry is out pulling the last field of the pinto beans…Harvest is underway!
Tomorrow is September’s Full Moon—The Harvest Moon. Traditionally the fullest moon closest to the Autumn equinox is the Harvest Moon. Sometimes the Autumn equinox will will be in October, but only once or twice a decade.
Boomer and I took our walk a little early last night…I really don’t know what the time was, by the silence upon the land said all the equipment, the workers, and the farmers were home. I loved the moon as it broke free of the mountains and filled the leaves of the willow tree with light. My little camera doesn’t take moon shots very well, but I think the leaves helped bring it into focus.
A thundering sunset had faded away and the night was upon us. I love to walk at night, with Boomer…there is no worry or fear of the future, no terror’s of the evil being done in the world to people who don’t deserve such treatment…it all falls away…just Boomer and I and the silence of the night.
We are about done with the huge load of firewood. It’s a relief! We are all tired of it. Terry and Evan cut and I load. Two pick-ups to stack and fill. I am the stacker and the filler of the pick-ups. Sometimes I get behind and they have to stop and help, but not often. I guess I’m proud, of that little fact,…I can keep up with the chainsaws.
Two more days…the end has appeared!
My mother, my brother, and I used to walk down to our grandparents most evenings, in the summer and fall, (when I was young) and Momma would sing “Shine on Harvest Moon” us as we walked, if it was Autumn. I loved that song!
I still do. I sing the words, to myself silently, remembering those days, as we made our way past the orchard to our grandparents house, where we would all sit outside on the big front porch and enjoy the last of the good weather.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 