Whispering Corn Fields In Mourex, Ain, France

We went somewhere different for a picnic on Saturday; we sat amongst the corn fields. Everywhere the corn is growing tall and it's very pretty to see.

We can almost measure the passing of the summer days by their height. It's interesting to see how the corn that's planted in more shady spots grows much more slowly than those that are in direct sunlight for most of the day.

It was a beautiful day, as you can see from the sillouette of the corn against the sky.








The greens are fantastic especially in contrast with the touches of red.



Plants are fascinating - it always seems to me that if they could walk around (I guess I read "Day of the Triffids" at an impressionable age!) they would be even more spectacular.
As it is, I find them somewhat intimidating - they may not walk, but they do move. And sometimes they move a considerable distance either by growing or when they follow the movement of the sun. They do so much right before our eyes and yet we don't usually perceive them to be moving at all. And if they can do that, it makes me wonder what they do when we're not looking at all.We had a nice picnic, listening to the breeze rustling among the corn stalks - or was that the plants really whispering to one another?