The season is changing and the sky is softer and the leaves are crunching and the wind is stirring and all things are alive and dying with autumn. We’ve spent the last few days at a corn maze and a pumpkin patch, pumping water to race ducks and the little one throwing balls in a pit of thick, cool, dried corn kernels. Dirt is filling our nostrils and the seams in our palms. Two little pumpkins, an orange gourd laced with green and a green gourd laced with white lay on our wooden table, a small, yellow-hued thing that we love dearly.
And this morning is was, oh, such a beautiful morning.
So for all of these reasons, here is that most wonderful of states, Oklahoma.
Alizabeth Worley 