My Dearest Zoe,

As dry as the weather was in the first half of July, it has been overly wet during the last two weeks. Sad looking corn on the farm has a renewed freshness to it, tassels have opened on most of the corn now, renewing hope for a good harvest. If the rain continues for a few more weeks, farmers will be able to smile for the rest of the year!

The corn has grown so nicely that I am now separated from signs of the world by 28 acres of six foot tall green and gold. Every time I drive out the lane, I see any number of the usual “suspects” around the far: deer, fox, rabbits, raccoons, all heading in for the feast. It might be my imagination, but it looks like they are all happy and full-bellied! Just the other day I found a half-eaten ear of corn in the woods. Someone is either a picky eater or was just in a hurry.

It’s nice having all of the fresh-grown privacy, I get very used to being able to escape the traffic, the noise of everyday goings-on. Maybe I get to rely on my little island of peace too much because I know that I’ll regret the day that the harvester shows up and the corn, my shield, will disappear.

You have to be ready to be reborn; you have to be ready.

Love,

Uncle Roy