Wednesday Night


I always do the same thing every year about this time.  I end up outside wearing a pair of shorts and no shoes or sandals.  The grass an the damp earth remind me that it’s not August any more.  I hurried up and went about my business cuz it was doggone cold on the bare feet.  I never learn.

It feels like mid-October already.  A big ol’ flock of Canada geese went overhead after supper.  I’m always amazed at how they all come together and then leave as one to go south.  It amazes me to see large flocks of them on picked corn or bean fields and watch them go about their business to cleaning it all up.

I hate how the farm land around here is turning into houses.  It whittles away a piece at a time to our legacy.