We live in a cornfield. Truly. We are surrounded by crops and farming. It's very beautiful. Every season brings its own colors and patterns and even in the cold of winter there is something comforting in the visual simplicity of a farm. In the fall, the corn and beans turn brown and ready to harvest. Before the combine could take this field down, I stuck my kids out there to become - the children of the corn. They are the Ball Team of the Corn.