Thursday, April 23, 2009
The lane way by the apple orchard looks peaceful now, but when we were young and stupid and didn't have to pay for gas, we would rip through here on anything with wheels - didn't matter - tractors, pick-ups, cars, dirt bikes. The only caveats were a few black muck corners. One could easily bog down a foot and a half and be quite stuck in a matter of minutes. I like to walk back here and from the Carolinian bush at the rear, pull wild leeks for soup, collect walnuts in the fall - paint the summer's Crows Feet.