Last weekend when we were coming home, we drove by this beautiful field and I asked John to stop so I could take a picture. I always love to see those big spools of shredded wheat sitting out in the field that a farmer has devotedly rolled up. Combined with the green field, blue sky and puffy clouds, the scene could have come from a Jack & the Beanstalk or Little Red Hen picture book.
John pulled over so I could take the picture but not without adding a snide remark about this being a case of "Ohio relative beauty." This does not really refer to my relatives in Ohio, per se. He grew up in California and travelled all over the west as a child where the beauty is BIG and what he means is that I can get carried away by such lesser beauty, if there is such a thing. He said there were people standing out on the porch with a what the heck look when I was taking the photo. Oh well.
Recently, I was telling my co-workers about how it is not out of the realm of possibility that we would move out west someday because we like it, and they were so wondering why I would leave the beauty of Michigan. Maybe this is just a case of the grass being greener on the other side of the fence. Don't worry Mom, we aren't moving. I'm just saying, I would be open to it.