Jered studied the fields with a frown.
Heat cracked the rust-red oxidized soil, a dust devil, some scrub brush on the side.
But it was gone, all of the corn and beans. A bit of shriveled brown and tan with a hint of yellow and green. That was it.
This was once considered prime farmland with rich, black soil.
Or so his pa had told him.
But that was when a huge tractor plowed acres in minutes and the fields stretched to the horizons.
Before the heat.
He shook his head.
You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.
For some reason, the second I saw this photo, I thought the words of that last line, words that I first heard sung by Joni Mitchell. Do you remember the song Big Yellow Taxi? Click here if you don’t see it below.
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