On the corner of 2nd Street and Vehslage Road here in Seymour, Indiana, there is a small field that I pass several times a day. I enjoy watching the seasonal progressions in that field throughout the course of the year. At the moment, the field is a barren wasteland. All that remains is the dead stubs of corn stalks from the previous year’s produce. But, soon and very soon, the farmer will begin...
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