There's just enough color out and about on this final October Saturday to create an occasional blush on the otherwise tawny fields. The corn is coming out, the beans long gone, the fields--many of them at least--buck naked.
But the sun came up in a robe of glory this morning, opened up right over the Big Bend of the Big Sioux and turned the swirling, swollen river bright gold. When I got back in the car and turned west, the light for quite some time seemed really vivid, enough at least to pull up whatever color was left from miles of dusty country. Here and there, broad alfalfa fields laid out a carpet of emerald that seemed unseasonally deep and rich--maybe it was all the sweet October weather we've been given. And once in awhile some hardwoods stood around like smudges of summer, somewhat uptight about shedding bright leaves.
It was a very beautiful morning, a gracious and glorious day.