My time at home in Minnesota has come to an end. I have enjoyed family and friends, gained three pounds from all the birthday celebrations and restaurant dinners, and talked until I am hoarse. I have indulged in my favorite coffee shop just about every single day and on one day, In complicity with my sister, twice! I have been hugged and kissed by sticky little hands and faces, dried tears, babysat, raked, mowed, weeded, visited the doctor, the dentist, and the best massage therapist on the planet.
Today I took a little drive to see some of my favorite countryside because next time I see it, it will be white with snow.
The fields are golden in the sun that still blazes down with the last heat of summer.
As I approached a deer bounded down the grass verge and into the woods beyond.
A few of the farmers have begun to cut corn and dust rose on the horizon where the tractors kicked it up.
One of my littlest grandson's favorite words and toys is "combine." His mama works as a lobbyist in Washington, DC and St. Paul for the Minnesota Corn Growers Association.
Golden corn and Holstein cows crossing the hill in a line, heading home for evening milking
Like the cows, I'll be heading home tomorrow, to my other home, in South Carolina.