Field of Dreams

Dwayne and I met some 23 or so years ago.

I was a city slicker by every sense of the definition.

I didn't have a clue about the farm life.

Fast forward several years (OK a couple of decades) and I know slightly more now.

On Independence Day we spent the morning in Wolcott enjoying the 4th of July festival.

In the afternoon, after we rested from eating all the yummy

festival food, we went for a walk on the farm.

This is nothing new, we do this quite frequently.

Connor stopped to enjoy the sand.

His feet were literally black by the time we got home from our walk.

(Had I known we were going to tromp through a cornfield, he would have worn different shoes!)

If you look closely you can see tracks from several different animals and humans!

I know raccoons can be pests but their foot prints are so cute!

Not sure what creature makes this tunnel but it's cool.

Connor climbing up the sand hill they sled on in the winter.

See the winter pictures here: Winter Has the Last Laugh

An old gate looking to the bean field.

Dwayne wanted to walk through the corn field.

I've done this many times but never with the corn this tall...

or deep as I started to call it.

I'm only 5' 2" and when the corn is taller than you, you feel quite short!

"Shallow" corn.

Last year at this time the corn was so dry it was all rolled up.

(And this city slicker has learned over the years what that means!)

No rolled corn this year.

Connor in the "deep" corn.

I kept telling Dwayne I preferred the "shallow" corn, I could see over it.

I guess there's still some city slicker in me yet.