Scared in the Cornstalks
A crisp Fall day called for an afternoon trip to a nearby farm with a niece and nephew in tow. We rode the whimsical tire horse. We saw & smelled the farm animals. We rode on a pumpkin train. We slide down old barrels into a cloud of hay dust. We peddled around the race track on small tricycles. We scarfed down warm pumpkin donuts and slurped frozen cider. We took a hay ride to the corn maze. We fought the scary corn stalks through the maze that would never end. Okay, so maybe that last sentence is a little over dramatic, but if you were any where near us in the corn maze you would have thought we were being attacked by the most vicious of monsters. A little background. My nephew is 2, a tank and ready to try anything. Now, envision with me a trail through the corn stalks. Blue sky overhead and a gentle hum of the electric lines. Tall corn on either side of us. No one else around. We forged into t...