A Drive In The Country

I looked out the window and it looked beautiful. I decided to go for a drive.

It was a little more than breezy but not quite windy. I still have not decided whether it was brindy or weezy. But it was nice.

The sky was so full of those big fluffy cotton ball clouds just floating gently overhead. The very pale blue of the sky barely showed through but it was there. No sun was in my eyes but it was more than warm out.

As I drove along the country roads the first thing I noticed was the rippling waves in the corn as the wind blew over them. The corn is a gorgeous deep green and close to knee high. The waves looked so inviting.

The other main crop in this area is soybeans. I can still see the rows made when they were planted. As they grow the rows will disappear from sight. Today it was comforting to see the order of the rows.

In ditches and beside the road grew various prairie grasses. Mixed in are the stray grains whose seeds were transported by birds. They bow and weave so gracefully when the breezes blow over them.

Also beside the road were clover and sweet clover. I saw a bit of chicory here and there. I saw a large growth of creeping jenny. My grandfather hated creeping jenny because it chokes out what he planted. There were other little colors which were undoubtedly flowers but I could not tell what they were. I even saw a large stand of cockle burrs.

I was sort of watching for the wild roses I used to see as a child. I did not see any. Maybe it is the wrong time of the year. We used to go out and pick wild flowers for my mother. It was so much fun. And even though the flowers were wilted by the time we delivered them proudly Mom was always thrilled at our resourcefulness.

Stands of trees bowed their heads in the wind as I drove by. It makes one feel slightly regal. I was queen of the trees.

I watched as large birds of prey found a draft and floated and soared as long as they could. I envy them that ultimate sense of freedom.

So I just drove and looked in awe at the beauty that I don't always take the time to appreciate. As I rose to the top of the last hill before I would make the turn to go home I saw so far into the distance.

There was a haze over the scenery as I looked into the next state. I could see all the trees and buildings but there was an ethereal quality to it all. The closer things were the less hazy they seemed. Colors began to brighten. Outlines of objects became more clear. My goodness it was beautiful.

I had a good day. I am content.

P.S. I just found out that my niece's oldest son is the lucky fan who caught the game winning home run ball in today's Tiger's game.  I had a good day, the Tigers had a good day, and my great-nephew had a good day.