Those of us with a bit (or a lot) of wanderlust sometimes feel trapped; we ache to get out and explore.  We’re envious of those that live in some other, greener, hillier, flatter, wetter, drier place.  Sometimes we forget to look around at the place we are, forget to notice the pretty things right here.

I was thinking about that during last weekend’s adventure with Katie.

Thinking about how pretty the farmland is around here – especially this time of year when the corn is just higher than our knees and the wheat is coming in, the fields are being hayed.

This is the heartland of America, a place you can feel comfortable no matter who you are.  Where people are just pretty much plain folk.

Not to say there aren’t just plain folks everywhere else.  But still, this is a very nice place to be.