Close to home

Today will take me 115 miles west to a small Minnesota town.  Although I have elected the fastest route utilizing the interstate, the miles will still be long and solitary with lots and lots of green to view.  These drives allow me to relax and let my mind drift to whatever topic it needs to explore.

This is the travel of my work and I find it so pleasant!  Gone are the anxious feelings brought on by too much traffic, congestion and missed appointments.  My days in California are behind me now.

The country roads of Iowa and Southeastern Minnesota are beautiful and peaceful; farms of rich soil and abundant produce cover the area.  Sometimes the only other vehicle I encounter for hundreds of miles is a tractor.  The roads are flat for the most part and run straight for many miles at a time which is almost hypnotic in a way but also cleansing for my spirit.  Winter drives enchant me with the blowing and drifting snow swirling before me and the total quiet of the air;  Spring and summer rains wash the dust off my car and my windshield wipers provide a syncopated soothing rhythm.

I look forward to my drives because they allow me to watch the progress of the seasons as they march through the plains.  I am thankful to be in this place and able to enjoy and appreciate it.

 

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Middle America

California, Nevada, Utah, Wyoming, South Dakota are all in the rear view mirror as we settle into our lake home in Minnesota. Our road trip from the west coast took 6 days and we admired the beautifully changing countryside as we headed east.  The moving truck arrived and all has been set into the house – but the house is not ready for us to unpack due to renovations.  So I escape to the beauty of this place and find serenity in nature.

The mornings are spectacular as viewed through our kitchen window.  The large winged pelicans gracefully glide into the water ready to snatch a fish or two as they jump out of the water for bugs.   The great heron stands patiently and turns it’s long elegant neck from side to side like a periscope looking out to the horizon.  The mother duck and her nine ducklings pass under the dock and begin bobbing their heads into the muddy shoreline searching for breakfast.  The day is new and full of promise.  I love the early mornings on the lake!