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Cutting Corn in Autumn

Posted 10/23/2008 9:43am by Julie Hurst / Roy Brubaker.

I took Mac out at 6:00 this morning and the stars were so prominent and air so crisp it was a surprisingly refreshing way to wake up..  I hate the thought of a long, dark winter approaching, but mornings like this leading up to it make it a little more tolerable. Every morning this week when the girls and I go out to wait for their school bus, the grass has that icy autumn glitter but by 10:00 the sun is warm enough to dry the laundry and lawn is just dewy and wet.


The landscape around our farm went through another annual change last week.  All the corn that Charlie had planted in the fields around our pastures has been cut.  Now when I wake up in the morning and stumble into the bathroom I can see the lights on in their stall barn and I am reminded that Charlie and Tammy have already been up for over an hour doing the daily milking.  And to the west in the open fields we frequently see deer making a mad dash across the valley from ridge to mountain or vice versa, as though they can sense that archery season is open and rifle season only a month away.  The crows too are more raucous as they glean corn left scattered on the ground where the combines and wagons have spilled some of their load.  There are days I wish I was working in some office or classroom, with adult colleagues to converse or gossip with, but those days are rare in the fall and I feel a little guilty at times that at this stage of our lives Roy is the one who has to drive away from our farm to earn an income and provide health insurance we need, knowing that this is where he’d prefer to be too, especially in high autumn.