This one, you're supposed to pick one (or all) of the pictures and write a bit about it. I did find one that inspired me a bit so here it is.
Fall in the midwest is something I miss. I do love fall in New England, don't get me wrong. It's breathtakingly colorful and beautiful. But I suppose no matter where you grow up, you miss it when you leave. I was actually talking to a girl at work about this the other day. She was a military kid and moved around a lot, but she spent an extended period of time in Western Pennsylvania and had good memories of that.
I remember the crisp smells of ripe (and over ripe) gardens, hayrides, bon fires, the Town Party we'd have after harvest time. We had music and we'd all play scrimage football, the grown-ups and the kids. Being the weird kid I was, I loved the beginning of school. School supply shopping was something I looked forward to with great anticipation. LOL Summer in the Midwest was always rather uncomfortable for me, I hate hot weather. So after 90 & 100+ degree weather with 80 to 90 percent humidity the relief of cooler temperatures was wonderful. The frost on the dry yellow grass in the morning when we walked down to the bus stop and the way the rising sun glittered off it was just as beautiful to me as the snow that would fall later. Looking out across the great expanse of corn and bean fields, freshly harvested, feeling the satisfaction of another season passed made the residual aches and pains from detassling, walking beans and picking tomatos (almost) worth it. :D
I never thought I'd say it, but sometimes here among all these mountains and highlands, I really miss "flat". I suppose that's why no matter how long you live here you'll never be a native, you'll always be a flatlander. Unless you grew up with it, I suppose you'd never really be able to appreciate flat. I don't know why I do, exactly. I mean it's flat. But for some reason all that wide open makes all this mountain and valley stuff seem a bit claustrophobic sometimes. There's something to be said for being able to see the weather coming 3 days ahead. To look at the horizon and just see it keep going. It's borderless, in a way. Which is ironic considering when I lived there as a kid it seemed so limiting I just couldn't wait to get out.
Well there ya go. Some subjective perspective on a random picture. Peace out.
This actually reminds me a lot of the view out my kitchen window when I was growing up. One lone tall tree hanging over the fields and backyard. Being the tallest thing around, just seeing it made me feel better if I was having a bad day.
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