Here a few miles out from Roanoke, Ill. (I arrived safely and well), I awoke to flat, green fields of corn, houses and silos dotting the landscape and the bad news of water on the panes from rain during the night. Farmers like Richard H. have not finished planting, so precipitation is not welcome at the moment.
I’m on the second floor of a new house, no curtains up yet, so the fullness of the overcast sky and the carpet strip of corn presented themselves as my first sight upon opening my eyes. No movement in those fields waiting for seed.
Finally, what have you heard from churches and saints?