Wednesday, November 12, 2008

BACK HOME IN INDIANA 



Seventeen years ago, I surprised myself.  Growing up on a farm in Indiana, I had always longed to live in a woodsy place.  But when we moved to Pennsylvania, down a long, wooded lane, I learned that the farm fields have tied themselves to my heart too strongly, and they won’t let go.  So I am very contented to go back home for a visit.
We were just in time for my son to help his grandfather finish the harvest.


I am always amazed at the largeness of farming in the Midwest.


My mother informed me that when they die and we sell their house, my brother and I will have to cut down and take this as part of our inheritance!


5 comments:

  1. Wonderful post, great pictures. I was just in Indiana about 2 weeks ago. Very flat and treeless you are right, but I think it is still very pretty. Oh by the way what are you two going to do with all that inheritance. God bless
    Kelly 

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  2. And I thought I had trouble with the Hummel figurines I "inherited!" 

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  3. Large spaces and openfields have their charms .Will be not there a farmer in your family after your parents ?
    Love
    Michel

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  4. The best thing to do with a large, awkward piece of corn-art is to set it up as a shrine in a part of your woods in case any innocent and lost passerby happen to stumble upon it. Imagine the surreality!:D

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