Harvest Moon

I've been meaning to post something about how much I'm enjoying the late-summer/early-autumn sounds and smells of our town's-edge location, which brings up all kinds of good memories of the North Shore, of my hometown, of our first apartment back in Minnesota. Maybe I'll still do that. For now, though, suffice to say that tonight I got a loud, bright dose of Fall in Northfield. Just after darkness finally fell, a massive tractor came rumbling down the road thirty feet from our patio, its white headlights illuminating everything for miles and its zillion-horsepower engine drowning out even the TV. You can pick the corn at night as well as in the day, I guess, so I expect a few loud nights when they harvest the acreage across the road.

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