Yesterday afternoon, after way too many days of rain, mist, clouds and gloom, the sun came out! I did my little happy-dance and trotted outside. Danced and trotted as well as I could in my rubber chore boots. After some yard work and chores, I still had time before dark to ride the 4-wheeler to visit my Mom’s timber where the hand of fall is dipping liberally into an artist’s palette. Ride along with me?
The soybeans are ready to be harvested …. but the ground is saturated! Hopefully, we will now get several days of drying sunshine and gentle wind.
Hang in there, beans. Don’t bust your pods. Harvest is coming.
I really do not need a week of vacation. I do need these vacation moments.
The smells of fall in the country … it is hard to describe the smell of fall leaves and ripe crops. It brings back childhood memories. My Mom standing at the kitchen sink, looking out the window, saying, “Go get the gate for your Dad. He’s tired.” Our calves were always weaned in the fall and we had a few fields that were accessed by passing through the barn lot where the calves were held. That smell of a fall evening. Crispness. Beautiful.
Nostalgia in a scent.
For today, I hope you enjoy fall and get a whiff of nostalgia.