On its way

"Knee high by the 4th of July," is the saying around here about corn.

Today, my husband and I took our first motorcycle ride of the early summer and one of the main sights we saw where the corn fields, one after another, boasting plants beginning to shoot out toward the sun.

A few fields had hay bales, too, which is another staple view in these parts.

I may be from the Caribbean, and I do hate the winter, but I also really appreciate the change of the seasons, especially from winter to spring and spring to summer because of all the explosions of life around us.