Harvest Time
In rural of Missouri, the silence is usually disturbed by only the chirping of the songbirds and the chattering of the squirrels. It’s now harvest season for the local farmers. The silence is broken by the noisy rumblings of the grain haulers as they travel the country road that passes by the front edge of my property. The air is filled with the dust of the summer as the corn fields are mowed, leaving in their stead, the stubby remnants of the dried stalks. The dust then settles on my newly scrubbed deck and freshly washed car. Sigh! The trade off for not living in the crowded city. If given the chance, I would make the same choice.
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