I drive to work with the sun rising over the golden corn fields. The tractors are already at work in the early light. An occasional pheasant or hawk can be seen taking their morning sun. I'm sure there's beauty to be had in places like NYC, but to me, nothing beats the views I enjoy here in NW Iowa, especially on a sunny fall morning.
The entertainment isn't terrible either. We took the boy to the corn maze again last night. He had fun last year, but this year he was much more interested in the playground and the kids than he was in pumpkins or corn. And of course we had to discuss all the animal sounds that the petting zoo animals made.
I asked the pumpkin grower what she thought about my volunteer pumpkin patch and how edible the fruit are likely to be. She thought I had a great chance of having edible fruit, and a likely chance that they are edible but not fantastic-tasting. That makes me excited to try them and see. We picked up a couple of squashed for decorating and 1 pie pumpkin just to compare against my volunteers.
The garden is limping along, tomatoes are gamely ripening, one at a time, so I'm hopeful I'll get one last batch of something made with them. Seeds are setting and drying. Squash are hardening.
"Though the fields lay golden;
Something whispered, snow."
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