Editor’s Note: Debi grew up on a Minnesota farm. Harvest time was wonderful, but fraught with stress and hard work. The combines in the fields bring back many memories. The dust rises in great gray cloudsFrom my combine harvesting the cornSo dry, it’s drought conditionsNot bad for those on a farm morn. October’s calendar is…
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Her Hand
Editor’s Note: Debi was widowed four years ago after fifty years of marriage to Pat Neville, a thoughtful, kind, and funny man. She reaches out her hand.Fifty year habit that she is unconscious of, but is ingrained in her memory.Slumber is deep but her hand reaches out across the bed, under the covers,Searching for the…