The seasons are no more obvious in the northern U.S. than out in the country. In the city it is hard to see the changes that take place so gracefully and continuously outside of town. In farm country there are more than four seasons as each one can be further divided into a myriad of micro-seasons.
In the summer, for example, over a few weeks the wheat changes from bright green and grassy-looking in May and June to golden and grainy at harvest time in July. The corn changes from knee-high by the fourth of July to nine feet high or more by August first. The entire landscape goes through a continuum of overhauls right before our eyes.
Kaye and I have not been traveling as much this summer because we enjoy the beauty of our secluded home in the log cabin here in central Michigan. And we’ve been staying home intentionally to save money for our next big ventures to California and Alaska.
So we are enjoying the sojourn of the seasons all around us here in the middle of the farm community where Kaye grew up as the daughter of a dairy farmer.
I am a visually stimulated sort of guy, and I often see things that ignite my imagination on this journey through the seasons. Today I pictured some nonsense in the field of huge round straw bales that we pass on our way to the highway and back. Staging a bit of silly-ness is a lot of fun for me and even more so when my wife is willing to go along with it. Here are the results of our latest craziness, some just-for-fun photos of our peaceful countryside surroundings. The straw bales were rolled a day or two after the wheat was harvested. They’ll probably be around for a while, so who knows what nonsense will follow over the next few weeks.
Thanks to Kaye for conspiring in the nonsense!
Hmm, I wonder what we can do with 10-foot high corn fields next?