Late August

Hints that fall is near: The garden is pretty much gone. Some leaves are starting to turn. The mornings are crisper, cooler. July's oppressive heat is a memory. Across the road, the corn is being cut for silage.

A tractor cuts the corn and spews it into a truck.

The truck hauls the cut corn down the road to a dairy farm. An empty truck will pull alongside the tractor when a full one leaves.

Over the cut part of the field, buzzards circle in hopes of finding a snack of field mice or other little critters that didn't get out in time.

Soon an empty truck returns . . .

. . . and follows the truck being filled . . .

. . . which soon heads down the road.

Where the corn once was looks barren, empty.

On another day, the remaining corn will be cut.

Soon this crop will be a memory.

Meanwhile, the concrete cow next door sports a football helmet—another sign of fall.

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