

Directly across the street from our home grows a wonderful, tall cornfield. It becomes like a strong wall that shields us from the rest of the world each summer creating even a greater sense of our own little world. I am always saddened when the "wall" comes down and feel a bit exposed. However, I understand that there is a season to all things. If the corn were never harvested, there would be no fall, which I love too! Today when I heard the tractors and truck going to work on the corn field, I snapped a quick picture to capture the end of one season with the harvest, and the beginning of another with the snow dusting the mountain tops.