Here, in Nowhere, Indiana,the winds are balmy and cool to the touch. It is recommended that one immerses oneself into those gentle winds...and smile. The tops of the corn fields surrounding Bubba's lil green acre are burnished in orange. The contrasts of gold, rust and green keep ya' smiling. There is still Heaven sent music from friends to be played, words and picture to explore and exchange.

Three dogs, fat and happy prance around the safe, enclosed yard with undeniable grins adorning their slobber jaws. They can be tricksey. And fun. Well-fed, curious, loving sweet K-9 kids that enrich our present days with unconditional love. This is what counts, for us.

Right here, right now...we can be happy. Eat healthy, stay busy, burn energy from within, enjoy life.

The world cannot be saved by the likes of us...perhaps for the likes of us, but we are middle aged, and gratefully near-sighted, concentrating on what surrounds us in the now. Corn, Soy Beans, Pumpkins...Harvest Time is upon us. There is cause for joy and contentment. Allow it to come. To be. And we, on occasion, stop and be still, and feel the young Autumn winds sway our souls and save our days, and we can look forward to our tomorrows when the forecast is for more fair, cool weather to come, as far as the limited eye can see.

This is good. Rare. To be cherished. This is my life today, and it is more than fine & dandy...it holds promises of repeat performances provided we keep our prospectives...in perspective.