Beyond our vision, the fields of the Midwest are waking up. Farmers are getting ready for the growing season.
Time to put those long-laid plans into play. The equipment that has long lain idle will see some use . . .
on lands that have been cultivated for many, many years.
It’s a pleasure to see the dormant fields being tended again, to see the rectangles turn green with a careful geometry of seed imposed.
Every foot of the monotonous but fertile landscape has received careful study, the fields curving around favorite trees and troublesome gullies.
When the farmers’ work is done, there is respite to be found in the nearby forests and peaceful streams.
I imagine these sandbars are a good place to be.