Today Aunt Jeanette writes:

If you are a Nebraska football fan, or even if you aren’t, you probably have heard of the Nebraska Cornhusker Tunnel Walk. It really is quite an amazing sight – seeing the “sea of red” and everyone pumped for a Husker football game.

Well, Dan and I now have our own personal little tunnel walk. Whichever direction we decide to walk in the mornings – north or south, east or west – we are surrounded by beautiful, tall cornfields on both sides of the road. At first I felt kind of claustrophobic, but as the corn kept getting taller and taller, then began to tassel, I appreciated the coolness those towering, dark green plants provided.

This morning I couldn’t help but think back to last summer when hail storms caused our corn fields to be shredded back to nothing and the remaining brown stalks were about knee high, if that. No tears today, though. I have learned to file those sad memories in a place in my brain where I store those kinds of things. Fortunately, it isn’t a very big file and I don’t access it often.

Instead of pondering the outcome of a Nebraska football game, Dan and I will continue our own little tunnel walks, watch the corn grow and mature, and hope for a bountiful harvest this year.

Until we walk again …