Our farm is in the middle of a sea of corn. Corn fields, planted mostly for sileage for cows in the winter, stretch as far as we can see, they surround us on our walks, it is a beautiful thing to see them planted, to see them grow and sprout, they define where we live.

In the past newcomers have protested the tractors, manure smells and noise of the harvest, to me, they are a beautiful symphony, music to the soul. There is a symmetry to these three huge fields, the corn in the first is sprouting, the corn in the middle is just coming up, the field to the rear was just planted. A gorgeous patchwork, it makes us so grateful to live here.