Alison Rose’s Reviews > The Red Pony > Status Update

Jody had wished it might not rain before Thanksgiving, but it did. The brown earth turned dark and the trees glistened. The cut ends of the stubble turned black with mildew, the haystacks grayed from exposure to the damp, and on the roofs the moss, which had been all summer as gray as lizards, turned a brilliant yellow-green.

[There's just something so singular and effective about how Steinbeck describes the land.]