For me, Kansas means the following things (I mean, besides tornadoes, Toto, and fields of corn):
The Louisburg Cider Mill,
Lost Trail Rootbeer and fresh apple-cider donuts,
(Brown-Eyed Boy is already hooked),
and Mr. Brown Eyes' blissfully, beautifully, blessedly crazy family.
As long as it's not the dead of winter, I love Kansas.
The Brown-Eyed Girl