The corn is having sex...

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From my front porch I can see the flashing colored lights of the county fair rides, maybe 8 miles away. That's how flat it is. Thru my Bushnell binoculars, they expand to fill the horizon, and I can almost imagine the screams. It's quiet tho. Really quiet.
 
From my front porch I can see the flashing colored lights of the county fair rides, maybe 8 miles away. That's how flat it is. Thru my Bushnell binoculars, they expand to fill the horizon, and I can almost imagine the screams. It's quiet tho. Really quiet.
Nothing better than peace and quiet.
 
Don’t bend over in the garden granny…..you know them Tater’s got eye! (Stolen from the title of a Lewis Grizzard book!)
 
The cicadas are up late tonight. Maybe it's the cool breeze. Maybe they don't have anything better to do. Summer is losing it's battle with the heating degree days, and I'm ok with that. The droning comes and goes like the background vocals of a sad songs indie ballad.

The song appears to be finished. Silence and darkness take over.
I should go inside. :)
 
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