Cloud formations like metropolises in the distant sky.
How'd they do that?
Under azure blue skies white puffy clouds glide along on the wind—this is beautiful farm country, especially if you are fond of barn architecture, well crafted stone walls and foundations—I saw one farm with an old, stone foundation out front, perhaps the first small house on the land. The house is gone but the stone foundation is a beauty, just sittin’ there lookin’ pretty.
Christmas tree farm-rows march like soldiers up and down the hillsides and, much to little Minna’s delight, bunnies by the hundreds play and hop away from our path. As we drive along at a leisurely pace, an Indigo Bunting and its mate play in the trees near an old duck pond on a side road, where we found a turtle crossing, round the bendfrom yet another Missionary Baptist church. This part of Pennsylvania is a down-home paradise where the people are friendly, the “carn is up,” and green tomatoes are beginning to weigh down their vines; where the deer are plenty, song birds bring tears to your eyes, and the shamrock blossoms have unfolded, pink and white, like upside-down parachutes open in the grass. (more…)
