Heading down the road, listening to a little John Cougar Mellencamp, we are surrounded by the Heartland. The countryside is dotted with silos, farm houses and old barns. Most of these farms have been here for decades, operated by families passed from one generation to the next.
Flowing seas of corn as far as the eye can see. It isn’t an easy life and the farmers work hard harvesting the land. The corn is grown for food, livestock feed, or ethanol. When I look out of the truck window at the fields, I am reminded of the sacrifices the farmers make for this country and am grateful for all they do. It is not a life I could lead.
We pass through towns such as Fox Lake or Portage, Wisconsin founded in 1854. The buildings down Main Street are steeped in a rich history of farming and a simpler life. For me, this part of the country is the epitome of America; small towns, hard-working people, and acres of crops. God bless this land in which we live.
Oh my gosh, no mountains or large forests……………………….I would be lost. You are right about the hard work. I know I couldn’t do it.
I love the mountains and the forests as well, but there is something about these rolling hills and all the lakes. I really is quite beautiful. If we decide to settle in MI, I better get used to this!