Friday, September 17, 2010
The wind carries dried corn leaves across the farm fields. A few flutter through the yard and onto the next field. The fence catches a few. Tree limbs bend and rustle as the wind picks up speed. To the west, the dark clouds move closer. Surely they will bring much needed rain. After living in the country for more than a decade, I've come to expect rains around fair time in August. Remnants of hurricanes usually bring a few more good rains. But they haven't come this year. I haven't mowed the back yard for two months. The sheep have almost finished grazing the stockpiled pasture. Dust clouds follow the horses as they walk. But those clouds only tease. They deliver a few drops before moving on by. I am left to wait and hope for another chance days from now.