Ever Changing Scenery
Every fall, when they take the living fence down they aren't yet finished with the corn. The ears are gone, sucked up through the teeth of a giant combine and spit back out into the back of a slightly less giant truck, but the remnants of the stalks and husks remain.
In most cases they are simply left there to be plowed into the soil in preparation for the next season. Here, however, something different happens, and use is made of those leftovers. It offers yet another (albeit brief) change in the scenery, a part of the joy of living out here. And, though I am just a spectator, it makes me feel good to see additional use made of the corn plant, makes it seem somehow more productive and useful.