Jay Honeck
Touchdown! Greaser!
Unless you live in a drought-stricken region, right now your garden is as lush and over-grown as it will ever be. The multi-hued green plants are lush and full, filling the air with a fragrance that is wonderful to behold...
Now, imagine an entire *state* like that. If you can picture it, you've now described all of Iowa, from border to border, and the view from the air is simply indescribable.
Mary and I flew my daughter and a friend to the Iowa State Fair in Des Moines yesterday. This easy 58-minute flight, normally so pedestrian, has been transformed into one of the most beautiful flights in America, with emerald-green fields stretching from horizon-to-horizon, split only by highways and roads. Giant stretches of corn, soybeans, alfalfa, and wheat have blanketed this most-cultivated state in the union, and everywhere you look is a velvety bed of the most intense greens you can imagine.
As I sit on my deck typing this, the weather is a perfect 77 degrees, with low humidity. The cicadas are singing so loudly that it's hard to be heard, and the only other sound in our neighborhood is the soft hum of air conditioners. It's hard to imagine that just four short months ago, Iowa was a lifeless block of snow and brown, frozen dirt.
Summertime in the Midwest is a wondrous time. For those of us who are privileged to fly, it's the most beautiful time of all...
Now, imagine an entire *state* like that. If you can picture it, you've now described all of Iowa, from border to border, and the view from the air is simply indescribable.
Mary and I flew my daughter and a friend to the Iowa State Fair in Des Moines yesterday. This easy 58-minute flight, normally so pedestrian, has been transformed into one of the most beautiful flights in America, with emerald-green fields stretching from horizon-to-horizon, split only by highways and roads. Giant stretches of corn, soybeans, alfalfa, and wheat have blanketed this most-cultivated state in the union, and everywhere you look is a velvety bed of the most intense greens you can imagine.
As I sit on my deck typing this, the weather is a perfect 77 degrees, with low humidity. The cicadas are singing so loudly that it's hard to be heard, and the only other sound in our neighborhood is the soft hum of air conditioners. It's hard to imagine that just four short months ago, Iowa was a lifeless block of snow and brown, frozen dirt.
Summertime in the Midwest is a wondrous time. For those of us who are privileged to fly, it's the most beautiful time of all...