The ride home

Before we know it, the mustard will be blooming again and the car windows will be down on the ride home from work. There are a lot of cows out this way. When my oldest daughter was little, we didn't know the names of the different breeds....still don't. She called these the "peanut butter cows."
I think this is a wheat field. After living over here for 16 years, you would think I'd be better versed in cow breeds and crop identification, but no....These are from the first year or two that I started taking digital photos. This field is just up the street and around the corner from our house.
This field is amazing. I pass it every day at least once. I don't race through life, and take the 'long way' to or from work at least once a day....the ride home is probably my favorite part of the day, depending on the season. I very often stop to take a picture or two. This field looks different almost every month of the year...it would probably make an interesting calendar. It's almost never planted with a crop, that I remember. Nearby stands an old victorian house known as "the milk house." I don't know if the "milk house" property is actually a farm. I think it has always been rented to groups of related or unrelated people since we've lived over here. I think my husband has been there once or twice. Anyway: a landmark. And a very pretty field.

Lost and Found

(Note:  this article was written in December of 2023 for the winter/spring issue of Washington College Magazine.)   (Headline) Lost by a tee...