The mid to late summer fields often make me think of an old Patchwork quilt, when the wheat and oats ripen to a golden color among the green of the corn and soybeans, here in the Midwestern Heartland. The purple of the sky makes me think of the old quilt top that my great grandmother had made and I found in my grandfathers trunk years ago and the white Barn of my other grandfathers
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