Dad decided to spend some time on the deck and soak up some beautiful fall weather. Today, the farmer ran beans in the field behind the house and I caught dad looking out across the newly combined acres and reminiscing. Fall on the farm was always busy for dad and my brothers getting the harvest done but they loved farming.
After supper I took a walk next to a nearby cornfield.
The smells and sights of fall where overwhelming to me. In a flood of memories I was reminded of other fall days. Days when I couldn't wait to get home from school, saddle up my horse and take off across harvested fields. Days when I collected brilliantly colored fall leaves and watched fuzzy black and brown caterpillars scurry on their way somewhere. Days when I collected acorns by the edge of a field and watched as a dust bowl swirled around a combine eating away and collecting the bounty of the summer season just past.
All too quickly, it was over. Not just fall.....but that season of my life. I wonder if dad was ruminating similar memories this afternoon as he observed the field behind our deck that is now devoid of bounty.