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Sunday, July 6, 2025
Crops
One of the things I loved about driving past the endless farms on this trip was the way the shape of the rows in the fields would appear when we were directly opposite them and then disappear into the endless green leaves again as we passed. Sometimes the rows curved, so it was like the fields were dancing as they flew past us.
This field was somewhere near Hawkeye, but I don't know if this is corn or more soybeans. When I saw similar fields in Minnesota at the beginning of the trip my brother told me, “If it's in rows, it's corn. If it's not, it's soybeans." I was surprised that the corn was so short, but apparently the saying is, Knee-high by the Fourth of July. I don't think the plants in this picture are knee-high, despite it being taken on July 4th, but as I didn't get out to measure them, I am willing to leave it a mystery.
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