While taking my morning walk I snapped some pictures of a few of the beautiful trees I enjoy seeing change during this time of year in our little town. It’s nice living where each season is so marked and distinguished from the others.
Field of soybeans.
And I love living where harvest time is a reality of daily life. We can take a 5 minute walk and watch the combines harvesting the bean and corn fields. We’ve watched these crops grow from seedlings, to large green living plants, then to dry up, ready for their reaping.
And maybe someday I’ll even be able to tell you the difference between a plow and a baler and if “seedling” is even the right word to use for baby corn.
My favorite tree in town, perfect, even with a trash can sitting by it.
We are starting to collect a lot of memories beneath this tree.
Phil and baby Lily 2008
I interrupted my power walk to let Clara and Gerhardt make some more memories.
“How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow.”
Elsie N. Brady
