I’m back in Indiana this weekend, checking in on my parents and the farm. This morning at about 6:30, I opened the doors to the barn and before starting up the tractor and heading out to the field, I paused for a moment. It was in the early hours when the light of the sunrise bounces off the clouds and a mist hangs over the field. The birds were waking up, but it was quiet and still. What do I love about this time so much? Read the Post →