Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Amber Waves of Grain

You know the first line of America the Beautiful where it says "Oh, beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain"? When we moved to Iowa and bought the house that we did, we got our very own amber waves of grain (okay, technically it's corn). I think of "amber waves of grain" often in the fall when I drive down the street into this lovely valley that's on the way to our neighborhood. The golden stalks really do look like amber waves of grain to me. I love my New England forests and coastlines and I find the mountains of the West to be majestic and beautiful, and I'm grateful to say that now that I live here, I find these Midwestern farm fields to be beautiful too.

America the beautiful, indeed!