Backroads of Morrow County Update:
Fall, I
guess, is for patching. The road crew--yes, I think Morrow County only
has one crew--has been busy. No, they don't re-pave roads here; they
just re-patch them. Thump, thump. Thump, thump. "Welcome to Morrow
County." Today, they only had one sign guy: "Stop." "Slow." Always
adds a little excitement.
The fields are ready for harvest. The huge green
monsters are hungry. If I happen to find myself behind one on its way
to another field, the tires are most impressive. They have to be as big
as my little red car. If the farmer wanted to play demolition derby,
I'd have no chance. Squash! Road kill. Thump, thump. Thump, thump.
The soy beans are first. In fact, several of those fields have been
harvested already. You can't even tell that there was ever anything on
those acres. The corn, however, will leave a stubble. I was amazed the
first fall that I was out here at how long they wait until they start
the reaping. The beans have "lost" their bushiness. Just a field of
little black sticks. The corn looks as if it has just survived the
worst drought in the history of Ohio--brown and brittle. Not a hint of
green anywhere. But the farmers' faith has been rewarded. All those
little seeds they put in the ground last spring have died to live again
and have produced much fruit--truckloads.
The trees along the roads
are glorious! Such color. They have taken the place of the summer's
wild flowers. Just as much color. And the colors fly. Well, flutter at
least. Transitory. The limbs will soon be bare; black arms waiting
for their first coating of the pearly white snow of winter. And the
limbs will hum in the wind--the world's largest harps.
Yes, the seasons march on along the backroads of Morrow County.
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