Backroads of Morrow County Update: Morning Drive September 13, 2013

Morning Drive

I love an early morning drive along the backroads on a cool, dewy, September morning.  The dew was so heavy it looked like a thin layer of ice especially in the shaded areas.  In the sun it sparkled like crystals.  Fields of corn, soy beans, hay bales all a glitter in the morning light.  Some fields are drying out already; I guess the lack of rain has taken its toll.  One farmer has even started to harvest his crop.  It was still rather green so I know it's too early to take to market.  I guess he'll store it somewhere and wait for it to dry out.  Maybe he plans to put in another crop--winter wheat perhaps.
I love the stillness of a early morning drive as well.  Nary a soul about.  Well, one farmer was burning something on the ridge of a far away hill.  Smoke signals.  Where are the Cherokee when you need them?  Early morning news alert, and I have no idea what's being said.  The horses are about too, though one huge brown beauty was still lying on the ground content in the morning rays.  The cows--black and white polka dots way off in the distance--appear to have their heads down already busy at breakfast.  A huge hawk sitting precariously on a wire--I don't how such a "monster" can balance himself on such a small strand--is searching for his meal.  What an impressive, beautiful thing he is!  The cat barn was busy, had to be half-a-dozen of them, mostly oranges--out and about, sunning, of course.  And walking casually among the horses that also call the barn home.
It's golden rod and heath aster time along the roadside.  Not much sign of the lovely purple New England aster yet.  They'll be along soon, but for now it's yellows of all shades with white and the lightest of purples interspersed here and there.  I had hoped to catch a sight of the deer that inhabit the woods behind my favorite red barn, but they were not out and about this lovely morning,  Maybe next time.  My neighbors' Rose of Sharon are still blooming, and a few small maples have started to turn.  Color is one of God's specialties.  Art for the Artist's sake.  He shares His love of the beautiful with us gratefully.
A morning drive on the backroads reinforces one of my favorite ideologies: There is nothing more spectacular than the ordinary.