Among other favorite places, the plains are one of my favorite places. I have many friends, that say it is just a bunch of nothing. Miles of nothing, I guess they are not looking.
For one. a lot of my food comes from the plains.
Wheat fields are so beautiful, to think a farmer has plowed these fields, seeded and harvested. Just gives a new meaning to a loaf of bread.
At the fair I always head right to the booth that belongs to the wheat framers wives. They have a cinnamon bun, made from a secret recipe, only the upper wives know this recipe. I always get enough to take home.
Night brings a whole new meaning to sunset.