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Post by Cornflake on Nov 3, 2022 18:51:16 GMT -5
It's 52 degrees at 4:50 PM and it feels cold. I've become a wuss.
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Post by billhammond on Nov 3, 2022 18:55:49 GMT -5
It's 52 degrees at 4:50 PM and it feels cold. I've become a wuss. 61 here, you need to move somewhere warm.
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Post by Village Idiot on Nov 3, 2022 19:59:16 GMT -5
What Bill said. It was 75 here today.
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Post by millring on Nov 3, 2022 20:00:25 GMT -5
I was cresting a hill when I happened to look to my right. I saw a combine coming toward me as it made its way through the middle of a cornfield. As I said, I was on a hill. And even though hills aren't much in Northern Indiana, I was nevertheless up higher than the top of the combine. That meant I was looking down over it and toward the path it had just cut up the middle of the corn leaving full stalks on either side.
The combination of the pattern, the "road" the combine had just cut through the field, the color, and the action .. it was all just beautiful.
A harvested field of corn looks to my eye like gold crushed velvet corduroy. There was that pattern behind the combine, the waving stalks on either side, the windblown chaff behind and beside.
At least five more times on my route the roads were choked to a single lane to make room for the semis as the grain is loaded into them by big green long-necked dinosaurs that barf the grain into the top of truck-drawn trailers.
Maybe I'm noticing it because I'm in out in the middle of it every day, but this may just be the most beautiful Autumn I've ever lived through. We've just enjoyed about 3 weeks of mostly sunny Indian Summer and the colors have been as breathtaking as I've ever seen.
The rest of life may be falling to pieces, but I am surrounded by beauty. And that's not nothing.
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Post by jdd2 on Nov 3, 2022 20:33:05 GMT -5
That's part of what I like being out on a bike--watching nature, the changes in what's growing, water birds and others, what the ocean looks like on a given day.
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