Backroads of Morrow County Update: Knee High July 5, 2016

Backroads of Morrow County Update:
Actually, the update begins in the driveway. A pair of Baltimore Orioles frolicking in the old dogwood. I usually see a male in early spring sipping at the hummingbird feeder. But this is July! And a pair. Stunning birds. Hope they are hanging around the neighborhood.
On to the backroads. The corn has fulfilled its calling. Knee high indeed. Much of it even higher (Depending on how tall you are, of course) There is something soulful about acres and acres of corn. An ocean of green, rustling in the wind, stretching to the horizon. Someday, it will overwhelm me, and I'll stop the little red wagon, pick a row, and walk. If you can't find me, look for the red wagon, pick a row, and I'll be on the other side of the field. Unless, I pass you on the way back.
The wheat fields are past amber waves--a lovely color, I think--but not yet harvested. The recent storms have flattened some areas of the fields, and I seem to remember them being harvested by now, but . . . nary a one. The soy beans too are growing, but they just don't have the pizazz of corn or even wheat fields. Some fields have something else in them, but I can't tell what it is--it kinda looks like clover? Is that possible? And some of the fields--most of those fields--I thought were being left fallow actually have beans in them. It's as if they planted clumps of grass, and then planted the soy beans around them. Weird.
The flocks of sheep are about. I miss the guard llama one flock used to have. The other larger flock still has its guard mules. I assume that's what they're there for. The small flock is all white with black faces. The large herd is white and black and brown. The pasture is a tall as they are almost. One farmer has a small herd of cattle with a small horse. He seems to enjoy their company.
My favorite farmer has his bundles of hay dotting the field. I love that quietness as well. He's my favorite even though we've never met, because he always cuts around where he knows the meadowlark are nesting. He'll come back for it later.
The sides of the roads are streaks of orange day lily--massive in some places, bouquets of chicory--blue lovers of asphalt highways (and gravel ones), and even a touch or two of Queen Anne's Lace-- though it's early for them. As I always tell you--go slow, wave at any farmer that passes you by, even stop once in awhile. The world is a beautiful place. Enjoy His gifts.