Just Another Week in Paradise

My face is glowing. My heart is pitter-pattering. I'm walking about 3 inches off the ground.

I guess I should explain.

I've just gotten back from farm country. America's heartland. Paradise.

I've told you how I LOVE big, wide open spaces. Well, I had all the big, wide open spaces I could ever want.

Here are some scenes I'm holding in my heart.

Wooden swingset overlooking miles of open farmland:

Lush, green grass and sweet flowers:

3 barns full of piglets, translucently pinky-white,
slightly fuzzy. They are Wilbur.

(source)

Prairie lakes dotting the landscape:

Even more enjoyable up close!










Rich, black dirt, bright green crops rolling
into the distance . . . not a billboard, skyscraper,
or another house to mar the view:

Arabian horses to befriend:

Amuse:

Enchant:

And maybe even ride:

Long, winding dirt roads that seem never to end.
Roads to take you home . . .
and hopefully bring you back again.
(Do I hear John Denver in the background!)