New Landscape & A Warning of Seasonal Changes

During a long lush summer of growing, and into the August month of ripening, the rural countryside became a veritable maze of corridors lined with thriving crops - corridors of tall green corn, accented here and there with acres of bushy soy greens, broken only by rolling pastures edged with the continuing green of stands of walnut, cottonwood and maple forest cloaked in the humid haze of silent summer heat. Now, nearly overnight, all that is gone; the acres of maturing green life, are golden and dry with a new persona and sound - a different kind of wind is with us now - not a gentle summer breeze, this is a sign of seasonal change. It dries the crops and teaches them to sing a new song.