Last Saturday Hubby and I went golfing. But remember I don't golf? I drive the cart and make snarky comments. Saturday was a blustery day for sure. It was barely 60 degrees and quite windy. I was very chilly by the end of the game. Maybe I should have worn shoes and socks rather than these:
I like these shoes (I like them so much, I have two pairs in two different colors) and they are very comfy, but don't work so great on a blustery day.
But overall, it was a beautiful day and I love spending the time with my hubby.
Hubby's score wasn't what he wished it could be, but he did find four golf balls along the way! I think he came out about even between the balls found and the balls that went off to be lost in the water or the weeds.
Since we live smack in the middle of rural America, the golf course is surrounded by corn fields and soybean fields. A few times while hubby was putting on the green, I wandered into the cornfields and found some fall decorations:
(I have a feeling that those smaller and deformed ears of corn are a result of the drought around here.)
In other news, the farmer that works the field next to our house harvested his field this week.
So before he plowed everything under, I wandered around a small corner of the field nearest to our house and picked up these:
I spent a little time this afternoon taking all those kernels off the cobs. Now I have two pie plates full of corn.
Still not exactly sure what I am going to do with all this. Do my readers have any ideas?
A couple more pictures to add. I was amused to watch the farmer plowing the field yesterday. Well, I was mostly amused to see the huge flock of seagulls following him around the field.
I believe the birds were enjoying a feast in the ground that the farmer was turning up. (If you are wondering why there are seagulls smack in the middle of rural America... this town has several good sized lakes and the nearest in probably a half a mile from this field.)
Just a peak into my life.
