Sitting in the sweet morning’s early light, in my own backyard in SW Ohio, I’m conscious of how Autumn is chasing away Summer’s close breath, like the coolness of a breath-mint, clean, fresh and mentholated.
But the grass is still deep emerald green, having had enough rain to make Ohio stand proud and pretty in its party dress.
The cornfields offer their own kind of show– red=headed tassels as the sun lights them from above. The stalks vary in colors, from green to yellow and russet brown–determined by what? When they were planted? The elevation and drainage? It’s a question that my 8 year old grandson, Ty, might ask.