Would you like to know how the food magically gets to your table? Farmer Frank has been documenting the joys of the harvest season.
(Incidentally, driving past billiard-table-flat, harvested fields to get to Wildcat Valley last weekend triggered this Appalachian gal's agoraphobia something fierce...
"OMG! Where's the horizon?"
"Over there somewhere."
"That's not a horizon! The earth just drops away! A horizon is something like a tree line or a hill or a building!")