It is corn-cutting time her, the mark of Autumn, a prelude to winter, all around us, vast fields of corn wait to be cut and chopped and used as feed for cows during the winter. They are as certain a sign of winter as people gathering wood for their fires. There is a beautiful symmetry to the cutting of corn, we have watched the corn grow all summer, it is much taller than I am, and has fed many deers, bears, raccoons, groundhogs birds and mice. Our friends the Gulley’s will be cutting corn for months, I asked Ed if he would teach me to drive his Skidster and he said he would. Got to get over there.

This is so much a part of our evolving landscape, we celebrating being so close to nature, or a part of it. Farmers live by the rhythms of the earth and we are beginning to do the same.