You know it is harvest season in Indiana when your way down the road is blocked by a combine moving from one field to the next.
I love this time of year. Corn fields slowly disappear. Huge clouds of dust rise as the beans are harvested and the chopped up stalks are thrown out the back of the tractors. Cold winds blow dry leaves. Night lengthens and the fleeting moments of autumn sun become more precious with each passing day.
I believe this is my favorite time of year.