I've lived in the midwest my entire life. Fall is my favorite season. Besides watching the tree leaves change colors, I love watching the farm fields change.

The corn fields go from tiny sprouts, to the old saying "knee high by the 4th of July", to tall billowing stalks. The prettiest is now. The corn changes to a beautiful amber golden color. Then, as it's cut, it's spectacular to watch the field space return with miles of view over the horizon.

Even as winter comes, and Mother Nature lays her white blanket of slumber over the fields, it's still pretty in a different way. Life is just below the surface waiting to be re-born again.

Who would have thought you could get all that out of some corn in a field lol.