Pastel colors in the western sky this morning early. The long light lays on dewy grass and the leaves trembling in the breeze. Then the light becomes harsher, the shadows more defined, and I must head for work. Two jet trails rise from the east, heading northwest, one on each side of the sun, like the track the day must follow. North of the village, the field of alfalfa has been mowed and is raked into windrows, drying. To the east, a bank of clouds piles up at the edge of Lake Michigan. The new week opens like a creaky door. Our days overall have been cool, our nights even cooler. Fall is in the air.
tom, i'm glad i've started reading you again. it is quite enjoyable.
i really like this entry. i'm not sure why, but your words remind me of my visit to an iowa farm many years ago. good memories for sure!
Posted by: John | August 30, 2005 at 08:15 AM
Ah, well, John, when you read me, you're reading an Iowa farm boy - perhaps that's why you're reminded of that visit to Iowa many years ago. Thanks for visiting The Middlewesterner. I know how difficult it is finding time to read all the blogs one wants to read....
Posted by: Tom Montag | September 08, 2005 at 12:03 PM