What’s hiding in your corn field?

Returning from picking  up our Community Supported Agriculture [CSA] share this morning, after dropping off the Daughter Person’s half share, we were, as usual for such trips, slowly cruising a rural road. We’d already noticed that some of the bird flocks (starlings?), despite having grown really large, can still disappear into a field of maturing field corn. A mile or so west of the disappearing birds, we had a big surprise. A black bear, looked like a yearling, hopped across the road in front of us and disappeared into a different corn field. We’ve seen, on several occasions, whitetail deer crossing the road in that vicinity, but this is the first time, in several years of driving that stretch on a weekly basis, that we’ve seen a bruin.

field corn’s looking about like this

Photo by J. Harrington

One of the local cities is having their summer celebration this weekend. We had been anticipating fireworks nearby troubling one or both dogs tomorrow night. Now it looks like thunderstorms or plain, old, rain showers, may preempt the fireworks. We’ll have to pay attention to the weather, the western skyline, and the dogs to see if we need to feed one or both a dose of happy time treats. I’m not sure  I ever pictured life getting complicated along these lines. The good news is, we should be getting some much needed rain. That should make the new hydrangeas behind the patio happy.

Most years I find myself surprised noticing, after the fact, that summer has faded and autumn's come on. This year I can almost sense the seasons shifting on a daily basis. I think I like it. It proves I’m paying attention and also yields more opportunities to enjoy the “now” of life, something I’ve rarely been accused of. Now that I’m doing some of it, it’s clear that it’s not the same as living in the future or wishing my life away, as my mother used to warn me against.

Corn Maze

By David Barber

Here is where 

You can get nowhere 

Faster than ever

As you go under

Deeper and deeper

In the fertile smother

Of another acre

Like any other

You can’t peer over

And then another

And everywhere

You veer or hare

There you are

Farther and farther

Afield than before

But on you blunder

In the verdant meander

As if   the answer

To looking for cover

Were to bewilder

Your inner minotaur

And near and far were

Neither here nor there

And where you are

Is where you were

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