Cutting corn

"To everything there is a season," and since we're about a week past the harvest moon, it is clearly the season for silage corn cutting. I knew the local farmers were close to firing up the tractors, since August and all of September so far had been unnaturally dry and the corn was beginning to look all too droopy. There was no significant rain in the forecast, so it was time to get moving before the condition of the corn got worse. I could hear the sound of the harvest: a high-pitched whine as the cutters turned ten-foot-high corn stalks into a ground-up meal beloved by the local Holsteins. I hoped there wasn't too much dust in the mix, but, given the weather, that couldn't be helped. I doubt the milk cows will mind the supplement. Maybe, in the middle of winter, a hint of dirt will bring back fond memories of high summer.