By Miriam Cecilia Dixon
Posted in a miriam cecilia world
There is nothing quite like escaping the city in the fall. So much of autumn awaits you driving down gravel roads with signs of the changing season all around.
The corn stalks shrivel where they stand, swaying in the chilly breeze, awaiting the inevitable harvest.
Tomato vines cling to their post, still producing energy to the remaining tomatoes basking in the sun
a bountiful season of summer squash, zuchini, acorn squash, patti pans, butternut squash, and potatoes. A harvest of one’s efforts.
As the sun sets West and casts its shadow over the farm, the day comes to a rest.