Driving down a country road yesterday I noticed that the corn has started to spike. I love when that happens. It is already over my head, so walking next to the corn field on my daily walks with the dog is like walking next to a cool, living wall of green. But driving by it yesterday I got a whole different perspective. I got the feeling God went to some cosmic fabric store bought a giant bolt of green corduroy and threw it over the hill. Ahhh, the beauty of living in the country.