The gravel crunches underneath your feet as the country breeze flows through your hair. Right next to you are the miles and miles of the corn fields being planted. The once brown soil has turned to the bright, lush greens of the start of the season. Tractors of green slowly making their rounds amongst the fields. Clip-Clop. Clip-Clop. The horses pulling the buggies of the Amish pass by. Each one dressed