The musty odor stirred in swirling puffs of wind that licked the edge of the field. The sound of rustling leaves, first loud, then shifting away across the field. Brown-headed Cowbirds chirp a morning salute as they flit across the grain field. Blood red rises into the clouds, announcing the coming morning. The comfortable morning will soon bake away. The heat of early September is coming.
[Grinter Farms Sept 2016]