The morning sun sets its target walnut aflame with brilliant, dancing green leaves in deep contrast to the dark woods beyond. And of course it gets modified as the day progresses. Unlike aspens and maples my oaks and walnuts turn dull brown with but little concern for the lower end of the spectrum. Now the sumacs and maples get all dandied up in the fall. Alas I fell for more diversity in fall colors and planted some more maples to liven things up in my corner of the world.
It is a joy to watch the various critters trespass into my world. Surely they have a different opinion about who owns what. Here in SW Missouri, we have bobcats, deer, turkey, whippoorwills (lovely night serenade), owls, hawks, crows and other creatures related to Pepe La Pu. It changes every day. Even a bald eagle dropped in. It seemed a long way from their habitat around Stockton Lake. It is rumored they have a floating sushi shop. Alas, no sober human has spotted it, yet. I have been told that Bambi has seen it.
Folks get into growing stuff or gleaning it from the woods and fields. They grow, therefore they can. And such indigenous delicacies get passed around to guests and neighbors. Speaking of foods and feeds, there is some serious BBQing in the neighborhood. The various meats are locally grown or harvested. The big cities don't know what they are missing.
Then there are the local wines from the local grapes. Indeed some have received high ratings from the city folks out east.
We have a grist mill that has been hanging around since 1840 that can still grind your corn. www.hulstonmill.com
There is a freedom that pervades rural America that cannot be found amongst the larger settlements. Freedom is one thing that is not appreciated until it is taken away. A pox on the grids!