Wish the markets were.
Iowa is green and getting greener. Every year the transition from desert browns of winter to deep forest greens of summer is phenomenal. For about the next month, until the bigger half of Iowa that’s corn turns the almost milky white of corn tassels, we are soaring on the rain forest canopy as we undulate along the rolling hills’ back country roads. Those taking me home.
You don’t get the same sensation flying down the I-80 super slab, aka the king’s highway. Maybe that’s from the always present fellow travelers distracting you from everything except staying alive @ 80 mph in NASCAR bumper to bumper formations. There are long stretches of lonesome sanity between the islands of chaos if one drives a more sane 65 mph.
Your view will be reduced to the right hand side when the maniacs overtake you but that’s still a better view than 90% of the drivers with dirty looks on their face to your left. I still smile and nod. Their rage may be assuaged by my acknowledgement. They are usually more enraged by that speeding maniac on their rear bumper. Once they’ve chased them a while they seldom fall back.
But I digress …….
That’s my post. The beans are growing well in the near triple digit heat. I swear the corn grew six inches overnight. The government program has been adhered to and the paper work going to the crop insurance lady will allow one more summer trip across the fertile fields of home and back. Next? Iron. Hay. Trees. In that order.