Fields of gold

25 August, 2009

The great thing about my parents’ house* is the view: cornfield after cornfield, waving gently in the breeze:

There are probably cornfields somewhere behind all the triffids. Probably.

Well, sometimes.

This year the crop is corn-on-the-cob, and the plants are eight foot tall. This is not a friendly and picturesque field, ideal for gentle country walks. This is the kind of field axe-murderers chase you through.

* yes, I’m blogging the events of the last week or so in a slightly odd order. You’re an intelligent bunch, I’m sure you can cope šŸ˜‰


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