#2,741 Soybean Fields.

We came up to north Mississippi today to visit Ben’s family and I found myself mesmerized along the way, especially after all the rain Cindy has been dumping on Mississippi the last few days, turning every inch of land the most deep, living green.

It makes me feel satisfied to drive past soybean fields and feel the click of perfect rhythm as we pass each perfect row. Any other obsessive folks out there relate to me?

Also, my niece Ellie has a tiny little Dumbo that is so precious it makes me think of the movie and want to cry: