in my mind other than the fact we stop here when my family feels like it has had enough of itself and wants to go and get out of our cramped car before reaching my grandmother’s farm but there isn’t. If you want to know what it looks like go visit any one of the other million that dominate the landscape of car crazed America. I stopped here for the same reason I always have, to get a Verbnors for the rest of the trip. I was not really paying much attention as I went to the back and grabbed one. I then made my way over to the register and paid for it. I did not even really think about what I was doing as I got back into my car. I was in a bit of a haze honestly as I was just trying to get even farther from the stress and pressure I was
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I started playing my Tom Lehrer playlist. My dad and I always listen to his music when we are going on one of our hunting trips. I would love to describe in detail the brilliance of the comedian with a piano from the 1950s but his work is one of those things that needs to be experienced firsthand because trying to describe it does not do it justice. I started to look around at all the farm fields that have been covered with a little bit of snow. The corn fields were still full of the old rotting leftovers the combines did not want. Crows, deer, and geese dotted the barren landscape as they scavenged what was left behind. Actually barren is a harsh word. It was actually a very full landscape with animals, barns, and clouds that were grey and carried the promise of a light snow. The type of snow that does not affect the roads and makes everything beautiful as it reflect the sun’s rays up off the ground. It went on for miles and miles like this with field after field of dirt covered by birds picking off the leftovers hoping to fuel up for …show more content…
It has Kociba written on it. It is big and old with a bright red paint job. It has been around since, well I actually do not know, but it has actual trees for support beams. Yeah really they still have bark and everything. Pulling into the gravel driveway I parked my blue car and wandered over to the farmhouse. This farmhouse used to be very small. Three years ago my Grandmother wanted to move up to the farm she grew up on full time and leave her job in Detroit. She has yet to retire and the house has more than doubled in size but she still says it was one of the best things she ever did. While most people would say that the house no longer resembles the old little building it used to be but to her it is the same, and I guess to me as well. I remember coming up here every single summer when I was a kid. I could even see my little sister playing in the flower beds when the black eyed susans are in bloom. I remember hunting birds with my air rifle around the back where the fruit trees are. For hours every day I would look for crows and blackbirds hanging in the trees and on the power lines. I always managed to get at least one and feed it to the local barn cat. My cat back home is actually one of her kittens. Thinking back on this a smile came to my face, something that had not
I started playing my Tom Lehrer playlist. My dad and I always listen to his music when we are going on one of our hunting trips. I would love to describe in detail the brilliance of the comedian with a piano from the 1950s but his work is one of those things that needs to be experienced firsthand because trying to describe it does not do it justice. I started to look around at all the farm fields that have been covered with a little bit of snow. The corn fields were still full of the old rotting leftovers the combines did not want. Crows, deer, and geese dotted the barren landscape as they scavenged what was left behind. Actually barren is a harsh word. It was actually a very full landscape with animals, barns, and clouds that were grey and carried the promise of a light snow. The type of snow that does not affect the roads and makes everything beautiful as it reflect the sun’s rays up off the ground. It went on for miles and miles like this with field after field of dirt covered by birds picking off the leftovers hoping to fuel up for …show more content…
It has Kociba written on it. It is big and old with a bright red paint job. It has been around since, well I actually do not know, but it has actual trees for support beams. Yeah really they still have bark and everything. Pulling into the gravel driveway I parked my blue car and wandered over to the farmhouse. This farmhouse used to be very small. Three years ago my Grandmother wanted to move up to the farm she grew up on full time and leave her job in Detroit. She has yet to retire and the house has more than doubled in size but she still says it was one of the best things she ever did. While most people would say that the house no longer resembles the old little building it used to be but to her it is the same, and I guess to me as well. I remember coming up here every single summer when I was a kid. I could even see my little sister playing in the flower beds when the black eyed susans are in bloom. I remember hunting birds with my air rifle around the back where the fruit trees are. For hours every day I would look for crows and blackbirds hanging in the trees and on the power lines. I always managed to get at least one and feed it to the local barn cat. My cat back home is actually one of her kittens. Thinking back on this a smile came to my face, something that had not