I stood in (pretty much) the same corn field I was standing in yesterday - all the way at the other end. I might go stand in it again tomorrow as well - who knows when the bales will be moved? It was just as cold as yesterday but there was sun - which made all the difference.
I walked through the field, bending over to pick up some left-over cobs for the squirrels - which made me feel like a novel heroine again. All I was missing was an apron I could hold up to put my harvest in.
This could get addictive, people.
Maybe I should join a theater group.