The grass is green with summer growth. The recent storms have breathed new life into the earth.
Some fields are almost pure yellow.
Late summer adds a new dimension, delicate tan seed heads form dancing vertical lines on the horizon.
How old are the trees that have seen many summers and experienced the naked white of winter?
They form a green barrier along the road as far as you can see and they enfold you in their strength.
Look up, look up.... The clouds more beautiful than any painted image frame the entire image.
I'm fascinated by the newly harvested hay.
Fields of bright green grass with with huge rolls of precisely bound golden hay. Just how do they do that. I wonder if the farmer stands back after he has finished and surveys his days work with satisfaction..... Just like I do when I hang out the washing.!!!!!
Through small towns with quaint architecture and a feel of the 50's, antiques, flea markers, churches and restaurants.
The gardens are neat as a pin and the American flag is flown from flagpoles.
I saw Canadian geese raising their young by the lakes, a red deer emerge from the foliage and even an eagle with expansive wings sliding his shadow over the ground
Old houses, their wooden palings handled possibly a 100 years ago by energetic young men raising families stand testament to their endeavors. Big old red barns, things I had only ever seen in movies until I came here to Minnesota.
Fields of rich green corn and sunflowers, host huge media signs that tell us you can get free wi fi in the nearby hotels.
Each turn of the road produces new vista and the traffic gradually increases.
I did some illustrations...played scrabble and wrote as we drive...