Minnesota is pristine farm country. I will miss it. I have always love farms, thanks to childhood memories of my father's farm. My father is a farmer...salt of the earth, hard working, industrious. When I drive out of the thriving metropolis of Rochester (which takes about 5 minutes), I enter a picturesque world of rolling hills, neatly planted crops, and immaculate farms consisting of red or white barns, silos, and neat homes. The farms here are so tidy. No broken, rusty tractors or tired fences. Just neat and tidy. I often imagine myself living on a farm in the middle of a wide open space with plenty of sunshine. I can see myself in the garden as the sun rises, reading a book on the porch swing while the breeze rustles the crops. I can smell the apple blossoms in the spring, hear the old screen door slam as the children run in and out, and see the crisp laundry hanging on the line to dry. It is quiet and peaceful.
Too bad Wes isn’t a farmer. Good thing, I suppose. I’m sure my dreams are more romantic than real farm life.
3 comments:
Wow Rin... that was very poetic.. and made me miss Minnesota for you as well. You have so many more places, people, and memories to make.. including with more family :) We are so excited to have you come here, and I can't WAIT to bond with your sweet family that I have missed for so long. Love you! -liz
That sounds so pretty, and poetic. I think I would love to live on a farm too...but I understand they are a lot of work. I would love to live on the outskirts of a biggish city, seeing the farms but just having a nice large garden and lots of shady trees.
I, too, share in the dream of farming. The latest idea is to own a u-pick blueberry farm. I want it to be my ongoing project with my children. I love farmers. They are so cool.
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