A field of wheat.
One of our neighbors had a party last night. I heard the boom-boom of their music as late (early?) as three this morning. We heard people talking outside the house through the night, and car doors closing with bizarre regularity (but I didn't hear any cars start up or drive by). They didn't make enough noise to bother us, mostly because it's not warm enough for them to be outdoors partying. But we certainly knew they were there (and still are at 6:30 this morning).