Mother Earth, Artist.
Beyond this peaceful spot, on this autumn afternoon, the Great Impressionist had turned expansive soybean fields into giant green-and-gold palettes. Some fields, planted earliest in the spring, already had turned brown, the beans ready for harvest. The drive through the patchwork of soybean fields was reminiscent of a Monet canvas or a Van Gogh landscape. Green, speckled with bright yellows and bordered by buckskin browns. These vibrant fields were framed by hardwood forests, themselves changing into their autumn dress of maroon and orange and gold. On some of the fields, farmers were beginning to harvest the grain, and flocks of red-tailed hawks followed the combines as they chopped up the cornstalks and exposed the once secret trails of a thousand mice.