Harvest

This picture was taken at Freeport, where one of my German ancestors hopped off the boat to start a new life. Would anyone like to guess how many times in the 600+ posts to this blog I've mentioned that tidbit? Whatever the answer is, it's about the same number of times I've mentioned that my mother is kin to Wayne Newton, a fact which bemuses me. Don't ask me to connect the dots to that arm of the family tree, all I know is it's on my mother's father's side.

Anyway, although this photo was taken at Freeport it could just as easily have been taken anywhere in Gloucester, Mathews or Middlesex Counties; there are many corn fields around here.

The corn is being harvested now, and before too long they'll begin on the soybeans, which are on a slightly different time table. Some soybean fields are still lush green; others are peppered with yellowing plants; and still others are getting ready to turn brown, which is the final color before the harvest.

When we were kids Middle Sister and I sometimes played in the fields after the harvest. There would be the occasional ear of corn that we'd pick up for the pony, who absolutely loved it. Then there was the time, late at night, we took some of the leftover stalks and drove through the courthouse with them hanging out the window of my Volkswagen bug.

But that's a story for another time.

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p.s. What is this post about? Is it about corn? Wayne Newton? Freeport? Soybeans? Teenage stupidity? No, I think this post is about the hazards of blogging when exhausted and the importance of a muzzle knowing when to stop. Happy Saturday, the very best day of the week.