End Of The Season (291/365)

"Corn wind in the fall, come off the black lands,
come off the whisper of the silk hangers,
the lap of the flat spear leaves."

- Carl Sandburg

TIME:  10:04 AM
PLACE:  Cornfield
SUBJECT:  Corn stalks in a muddy field

A rainy fall morning.  I drove the kids to school then went to Wal-mart (yuck)  for some grocery shopping.  Since it was a Tuesday, it wasn’t too crowded and fairly tolerable.  I even got a flu shot while I was there…no waiting.  On the drive back to the house, I stopped to take a quick photo of one of the many end-of-the-season cornfields I passed along the way.

Lightning Bug Of The Corn (160/365)

“To watch the corn grow, or the blossoms set; to draw hard breath over the plough or spade; to read, to think, to love, to pray, are the things that make men happy.”

John Ruskin (English Writer and Critic of art, architecture, and society, 1819-1900)

TIME:  7:41 PM
PLACE: Backyard
SUBJECT:  Lightning bug on corn stalk

HandsomeHusband decided to try his hand at growing corn this year.  He had StellaDella drop the kernels in the holes he made all along the fence line where he had rototilled the ground - and what do you know…we actually have some decent stalks.  It’s amazing how much they have grown.  I’m pretty sure that they will be “knee-high by the Fourth of July.”   ~*~*~  Last night, SD came running in the house all excited and announced that the lightning bugs were out again.  I found one sitting on the cornstalk this evening.  Summer is here.