I fell asleep last night to the almost full Christmas moon and the churning sound of a combine harvesting the corn field.
An unusually wet spring meant a late planting for the corn. That delayed harvest. Heavy fall rains kept farmers out of fields. After Thanksgiving, some corn fields were still standing, unharvested.
The ground finally froze over the weekend, and farmers returned to the fields.
Last night, the headlights of the combine twinkled among the Christmas lights. Along with the Christmas carols was the sound of a hungry combine gobbling the corn and spitting out the stalks.
The Christmas moon -- white, cool and distant -- provided a guiding light.