I went on a bike ride today with my Daddy (yes, I still call my Dad, Daddy. I am the youngest. It's allowed). We went down into Snohomish and over by Lake Stevens. It goes through a bit of farm land, down by a river whose name I do not know, and through these little towns that I had no idea even existed.
As I was riding I kept on thinking how truly amazing it is that farm land is so comforting to me. I love how it looks, how it smells, the energy it gives off. Here in the Pacific Northwest they are all wrapped up in trees and the extra green makes it that much more relaxing to go through. Maybe it is just that they remind me of my country, the heartland. I admit to no desire to ever work on a farm, but I would be sorely disappointed if they all disappeared some how.
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