Sunday, October 17th, 2010, 78 degrees
Leaving the shores of Lake Michigan and traveling down 421 through what seems like endless fields of dried corn stalk the sun shines like gold, the charcoal of the soil in a freshly plowed field a testament of production. Its not the rich, deep, dark black of the sugar cane fields in South Florida, but then again this is not the Everglades.
Old farms stand like monuments in the fields marking generations of hard labor where the harsh cold will cover the charcoal in a blanket of white and the anticipation of Spring will begin.
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