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It's a gorgeous day outside. The kind I love. Thirty-one degrees, sun shining brightly and not a cloud in the sky. Too cold for most but I can take any amount of cold if the sun is shining.
If I was home in Iowa I'd be seeing the pheasant hunters off in the fields, driving down the roads scouting out the tree lines. The last of the fields being harvested. The teenagers heading to the city to shop, go to a movie, a restaurant or whatever. Everyone waves as they travel by. The day beautiful, nature beautful, life beautiful.
Detroit is always bustling and loud. Always sirens, always planes. Car alarms, people yelling, doors slamming, cars motoring. There is never silence, the air is never clean and crisp. How the simple thing of going for a walk is not really simple and you never feel safe. Sometimes I wonder if these people know how the other half lives.
What it feels like to stand in the middle of a field with nothing around for miles but the sound of your footsteps and the birds. What it feels like to be in the middle of dense woods and see where a buck has scraped his antlers on a tree. Or where a doe has lain for the night. To have a pheasant fly out of bush and scare the shit out of you. To watch where you step because there might be a snake or even better an Indian arrowhead. To walk along a stream and see how a busy a beaver was all summer. To sit quietly in the woods and wait to hear those foot steps of a deer.
Damn I'm homesick again.
I give 2 kinds of advice; bad and very bad. That said, get your ass out of that hell-hole!
Posted by: robin at November 8, 2003 03:42 PMContinuing with Robin's thought...
and come on over here. I can have you back in that enviornment in about 7 seconds. Acres and acres of it. Woods, fields, streams, animals-wild and domestic-whatever ya want.
There's also a cool little bar within walking distance where they have karaoke....a cold Michelob.
After having said all this, I just made myself look like a weinie-whiner on my own blog...lol.
I just posted a 'weekends suck for blogging' thing...now I think I should do what I just told ya we could do, instead of sitting aound missing the regulars...(still giggling).
Thats why I love living in the country. I was just outside walking through my woods enjoying a quite sunday. Not a sound out there today but the wind.
Posted by: greybiker at November 9, 2003 01:31 PMI love crisp, cold days. Never gets to be 31 degrees in Southern California. Makes me miss my time living in Oregon.
I like your description of Iowa, too. My husband thinks I'm crazy, but I really want to drive across the country, and one of the places I want to see is Iowa. I'd like to see all of the states around it, too. I don't know why. Maybe it's because I've spent my whole life in cities and suburbs. But one of the things I miss most about my time in the Northwest was driving out of Portland and seeing all of the trees and farms. You don't get that here. Sure, you can leave the cities, but all you see is dry desert and tumbleweeds.
That being said, I don't think I could live anywhere but an urban center, or close to one.
Iowa. In the mere 31 years of my life (Iowa farmer's daughter) I've seen the landscape change so much. I moved south almost 3 years ago and I don't miss the Iowa of today. I miss the Iowa of my childhood. Before creeks were tiled under and fence row trees were pulled out. The one thing that never changed was the wind. Being in the center of Georgia, surrounded by the beautiful pine forests I only find one thing missing and it's enough to make my flesh ache. I miss a good strong wind at any time of the year. Here in mid-Georgia I only get that during the very brief winter. Perhaps I need to visit Athens more often, the wind does blow there :)
Posted by: Chelle at November 13, 2003 03:04 AM