Road construction season is in full swing. Fields have been plowed. Manure has been spread. Plantings of beans and corn peeking out of the soil. With all the warm and dry weather, first cuttings appear.
Sounds of tractors on the road.
My daughter went to college in Southern California, at Pomona College. I always used to say that she went to a map and found the place in the country where she could be furthest away from her stalker, er, father to go to college. I'm still not sure that wasn't a factor. Anyway, she made a lot of friends, and I remember her saying that her friends were astonished at how backward her home life was here on the other side of the creek. They couldn't believe that an old fashioned TV antenna was what was used for reception, and that she only got two channels. They couldn't believe that she lived on a dirt road. There was one other thing, but I forget what it was. What was it, Pip?
There are a lot of dirt roads here. Narrow steep dirt roads with tall trees along the sides. They certainly can be a problem during mud season. But this time of year they are sun dappled beautiful.
We walk these roads a lot this time of year. Every once in awhile, especially in the fall, it occurs to me that there are people in the world who spend thousands of dollars to come to experience what amounts to daily living for us. We are very lucky.
There is always something left to love.
Lorraine Hansberry
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