The combines are gettin' it around here with the corn. It seems like a late start, but is actually pretty much on Mother nature's time clock. I've noticed that the last few years....that the seasons are becoming more what is expected since El Nino went back where he came from.The leaves in this cotton field are turning burgandy around the bolls which means that it won't be long before this year's harvest will come to fruition. It has been a good year for crops here....very little flooding, which is unusual. And just the right amount of rain. The scouts have stayed on top of the boll weevils, checking the traps religiously. We are a no till place, so much of the land will be replanted in winter wheat directly over what is left from the pass of the machinery. There is something very comforting to me about the change of seasons. Maybe it's the fact that a new season presents opportunities for dormancy, growth and rebirth. The same can be said for our lives. One day at a time, we keep the faith that tomorrow or next week or next year will bring something different and better, in spite of the obstacles that are put in our way.



Close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment's gone
All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind.
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind

[Now] Don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away, and all your money won't another minute buy.

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind, everything is dust in the wind.

Kansas