America the Beautiful

This Fourth of July, my husband and I took a drive in mid-Missouri to see some family farmland. The skies were spacious, though the fields of grain not yet amber.

If readers will permit me to mix my song-lyric metaphors, I can attest that the corn was, though not amber, as high as an elephant’s eye . . . and much higher than my eye.

What did you do on the Fourth of July this year?


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