Thursday, June 15, 2006

Meander Indianer

Yep, there it is, the Crossroads of America! Except that you darn near can't get there from here.

This is what I mean by the view that just goes on forever. Lots of morning mist and stark white Amish farms in the distance.

There are 102 lakes in the county I grew up in. I don't know if they included the ponds in their count, but there are ponds like this or wide bends in slow rivers almost everywhere you look. Great for fishing holes or skinny-dipping when we were teens. Also great for breeding swarms of mosquitoes that can trace their ancestors all the way back to the original Plagues of Egypt.

Which is why anyone who is Anyone has a screened in porch of some kind:

Aunt Iggey, with her eye on a fly, or perhaps just contemplating the future.

The Graduate on her Big Day.

2 comments:

Miss Pink Ponsonby said...

Actually, I want you to MARRY her. She's teensy and charming and very sweet. She would be perfect for you... a Godley young woman with good doctrine and a heart seeking missile. er, I mean, a heart seeking Christ. Wait. Did I copy that from somewhere????

Anonymous said...

HAHA. Oh, HAHA. Even though D isn't the sweating type...