Three very old (I'm told) bachelor brothers own a little farm across the road from work and I am absolutely smitten with it and, though I wouldn't know them from Adam, the farmers, too. There's a well-kept yard and barn with fabulous outbuildings, a modest house, cute implements, corn and wheat and cows.
Sometimes I get to see the cows up close. I only ever see the farmers from afar -- riding their tractors, working the fields.
The lay of the land is such and the corn so tall right now that soon I'll just barely be able to see the rooftops of the houses that back up to the farm on the other side.
They've cut the fields on either side of the corn -- a smaller one on the east side, and this larger one on the west. Let's have a closer look... if you can see through the smudges on my car window (perfectly timed red light this morning afforded a hasty camera phone shot).
I can't explain how I feel about these little stacks -- about these fields full of them right across the street! It's wheat, I think, and it looks so quaint. I just love that little farm.