Under the Wire

The things memories are made of

 

August 31, 2023



I was riding my horse checking cows a few days ago in a pasture bordered by a corn field. The cows looked great, every so often old “Freckles” was grabbing a mouthful of grass high enough he didn’t even have to put his head down to get it and the sun was beginning to take the fall chill out of the air. In this idyllic setting, guess what I was thinking about? Cutting corn silage. How weird is that? Stranger yet, it wasn’t my corn field. In fact, I have never owned a cornfield. If life keeps me on my present path, never will own one. So, where did those thoughts come from?

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