It was still summer then, even officially so, and we relished the wonderful sunshine, and the greenery, and the round, steady feeling of nature’s bounty, which at this time of the year always pours forth in the orchards or in the farmers’ markets.
We crunched the fresh crispy apples picked directly from the tree and allowed ourselves to get lost for an hour or so in a green labyrinth, which this year – we were told – had a Peruvian theme. A bird’s-eye image would’ve been perfect to reveal which of the Nazca lines they reproduced.
Too heavy to follow the sun anymore…
Bravely through 9 feet tall corn…
Hmmm… what awaits just around that turn?...
If it were dark and if black helicopters were madly searching overhead, I would’ve thought even more of Mulder’s and Scully’s mad run through the corn field, from the “Fight the Future” movie…
A bow to Mother Nature…
Two thousand trees with crunchy apples…
The farm dog, an old girl, quiet and good, with whom we shared our roasted chicken (no bones for her, just juicy meat…)…
