this morning frost covered the ground and everything else it could find. sun floats bright in a almost cloudless sky.we would harvest the corn today, as much as we would need to carry us over the winter, they would serve as treats for the horses and clarabelle. as i was picking the corn, more like pulling i started to think of all those who really had to do this. all that had to hurry while spending sixteen hours in the field, hands raw, cut and sundried for maybe a meal or a roof. things have changed now at-least here on this side of the world big machinery has taken over, yet i can't help to think of the signs posted in cafeteria walls of companies, with all the agricultural laws and the tiniest minimum wages written all over them, at times even embarrassed, ashamed to-read them. how could hard working people who feed us get so little.
it is afternoon now, corn put away as fields are cut down. the sun shines beautiful the warmth of it's rays has reached us . we are hobby farmers today at best. the storm windows will get placed, clothes will shift from light to heavy. we hope for the arrival of one of our new additions, wondering about the others yet to come. for now we will go back outside and let the sun know we are grateful for it's arrival.
