I spent so much time in them I claimed them for my own. If you remember, I discovered them by accident and walked in them.
Sat in them.
Laid on the ground among them and rolled around.
They delighted me to no end, and I've been looking forward to seeing them again this year and snapping some more photos. I've been so excited about them Hubby even planted some in our backyard recently because they seem to make me happy, and you know the sayin', "If mama ain't happy nobody's happy."
Back to the other night. I zipped down the road with my eyes peeled and spotted lots of green foliage as I neared the place where I usually pull off the road. I started smiling, but the closer I got the less I smiled. Could it be? Surely not. I couldn't believe my eyes. I knew it to be so, but I didn't want to believe it. I got out of the truck and took a closer look just to be sure. What did I find? Corn! Rows and rows of stinkin' corn. Seriously? Corn??!!!! I looked around for someone to yell at, came up empty and hauled myself back into the truck. I drove several yards to the next field, hoping for something better. Nope. Not there. More dadgum corn. I even tried another field in the refuge that had nothing planted in it last year in the hopes that maybe they rotated their crops. More stinkin' corn. I drove home without even turning on the radio.
I can't believe it. I haven't been this disappointed since 1981 when mama wouldn't let me go to the Joan Jett concert because it was a school night. If I were a conservative I'd blame the liberal media. If I were a liberal I'd blame the Tea Party. As it is, I'll just sulk. If anyone needs me I'll be on the chaise with a lily on my chest.