Near where I grew up. Right down the road, really. They’ve been growing corn there as long as I can remember, and when I would drive home for visits over the years, you’d see the corn at different stages of growing, depending on the month. It looks like, though, they’re not planting corn there any more. Looks more like they’re doing turf. I grew up in a land of Turf Farms. When you drive along this road, and it’s Magic Hour, and the corn is as high as an elephant’s eye … the beauty is so breath-taking you have to just pull the car over and revel in it.
