On Sunday I commented on the acres of corn that we passed by on the way to worship. Lefty reminded me that our acres were nothing compared to America’s breadbasket, but I’ve never lived there, so I wouldn’t know.
Yesterday, Princess Buttercup and I passed a huge, green machine that was chopping down the brown stalks of corn. I’m guessing that they had harvested it already and didn’t need the stalks anymore. I wish I could have seen how they harvested the corn without tearing down the stalks.
I clocked the big, green tractor at 5 MPH. We watched for awhile as the machine mowed over the corn stalks and shot the clippings from a pipe at the back of the tractor, dust and used corn husks flying everywhere.
We have another field near our house that is verdant and lush against the cerulean sky. It may be cotton, or soybeans, or something else. I don’t see beans growing, and I don’t see cotton blooms.
I just know that it’s pretty..