My Boy is Turning 3

Maybe it's my boy turning 3 or perhaps my own milestone birthday that gets me thinking about how time passes so quickly; it's so important to me than ever to make the most of each day, live in the present and be happy with what you have and with the simple things in life. Perhaps that is why these pictures taken in this corn field seem so appropriate. Takes me back to my hometown, where life is at a slower pace, maple syrup and farmers markets, horse and buggies, and back to the smells of the farm - oh that sweet smell, I couldn't bike by it fast enough on the way to school. lol!  And summer dinners that were just that...corn on the cob.  We would buy 2 dozen and finish it all off that night. Husking the corn on the front porch and wrapped up into big piles of newspaper. When I was a little little kid, we used to have big corn roasts, the big black kettle pot on the fire boiling the water for that fresh-picked corn.  mmmm mmmmm mmmmm.   Sometimes I tire of the city, the corporate world where it's often dog-eat-dog, or everyone always "keepin' up with the Jone's", trying to "outdo" other people. I want my boy to appreciate the simple things, understand that food isn't from a can or from a take-out restaurant, that the vintage chair and table he sits at has more stories in it's wood grain than any particle board can every hope to attain, and will probably be around a lot longer.  As the rest of the world turns seemingly more into particle board with each passing year, I am happy age right along with my vintage chair and table...and maybe pass it down to my grandchildren some day.