Manure spreaders spreading in the fields, potholes, potholes, potholes, did I mention potholes?, geese, used to see spotted fawns the size of a dog on the way to my last school, turkeys. Sometimes the sunrise against the silos as I turn into the town where I teach is breathtaking. The whole world is still and silent, and there is the sun; a great big orange orb floating just over the treeline with silos groping upwards. As if reaching up out of a dark slumber. One day I'll remember to grab my camera. No flowers here really until next month. Then the lilacs come and grace us with their beautiful scent for a while. And yes, we get rollerblading and jogging coeds, too Toots.
