A Bounteous Harvest

(my acknowledgement to the loose canon of Robert Frost) An above average snowfall heavily swathed sage heather followed by substantial unusual rainfall punctuated months before, during and after the growing season delivered one of the most hearty crop yields in living memory within the generations of men of this (or any neighboring) Norwegian bachelor farmer long time residents feeling like the sole housekeeper of Lake Woebegone, who can remember the Edenic pasture with reluctance raw bits and pieces mending wall experiencing crushing childhood's end weathered by their parents, who as kids themselves (during the worst fear full Depression in thee United States of America) when countless farmers forced by circumstance declared bankruptcy locked out of hearth and home no recourse 'cept to sell rural legacy... family property deeds (traced back to original settlers) contrasts sharply with plentiful, crucial, and over abundant annual precipitation, whereby these vestiges of rural quaint lifestyle awash with expansive lush cornfields, whose silk like tassels synchronously undulate (sparsely dotting pastoral landscape), blistered, calloused, and damned, whether weathered by blizzards, or pounded with powerful (one...two) top notch pugilistic punch topographical scars permanently earmark, where Ole man winter relentlessly socked or Mother Nature slammed a wall of water saturating freshly mown hay, which pungent odor belied teeming flora and fauna (albeit many organisms nearly invisible) yet keenly observable to hawk eye, also tempting black crows to carrion camping while a flock of seagulls swoop down upon unsuspecting school of fish, and/or scurrying varmints.