Some refer to the ''dead'' of winter as if the cold has stopped life, removed the life-force from within nature. Some view the frozen midwestern farmfield as devoid of life in mid winter

.Spring brings the intense, vividness of (aptly named) spring green sprouts of new life emerging from  the black earth. and new life vigorously pushes forth into the world



 

 Summer glows verdant with growth and hot pulsing life..

 Autumn crescendos with the glory of ripened flora and the harvest warms hearth and heart.

 In winter the chilled air, the blanket of snow, the sparkling crystals of ice may harden the ground and stop apparent growth but it does not mean that life is gone. All life needs life, even that from which life springs needs it's restorative rest. The soil is  recouping, regenerating itself and the nutrients needed for next season's growth.The stubble of last years crops still provides feed for grazing and it also protects and holds the soil to in place for future use. In each and every season the agricultural places are at the heart of the land and people.Found the farm buildings, sometimes sheltering animals, sometimes storing food, sometimes just watching over the land, year after year, season after season to be absolutely beautiful in a homey way and and definitive statements of ongoing life upon the agri-lands as meandered through the countryside.