Its that time of year again when the Spouse and I take the trek from the desert of Arizona to the flat lands of Kansas. I still remember my first impressions of Kansas a dozen years ago. It's flat. It has big sky. And corn, lots of dried out corn in the fields, waiting. I did not know why the corn was drying out in the fields at the time.
And it was green. Not like the pine green I'm used to when I go up into the mountains, I mean GREEN, and scary kind of green. Driving to Lawrence from Topeka there are trees that meet each other as they stretch their long branches out over the pavement, arching across the road, creating a canopy. For some reason, this really, really scares this desert dweller. I'm used to brown colors in my landscape, sandstone and red rock. Not this verdant green.