I think I'm a country girl at heart. But don't get me wrong - I'm not a fan of country music and I've never owned a pair of cowboy boots (and never will). But I do love living in a small town with so much farmland nearby. I grew up here. My parents were teachers, not farmers, but our house was surrounded by cow pastures and corn fields. I used to love playing "explorer" in the corn that was so tall it was like a forest. We took our canteens filled with Kool-Aide, packed lunches in our backpacks, and spent the whole day lost in the corn. We ice skated in the back of the field where it flooded and froze. We built tree forts in the hedge row of trees. I grew up and married a civil engineer turned farmer with a wedding ceremony held outdoors on his family's farm. And I love driving, walking, and now cycling on our country roads in farm country, or spending time on our farms. I love the beauty of a freshly plowed field, of the contrast of color with a dark green corn field next to a bright green rolling field of oats, of the actual amber waves of grain blowing in a breeze, of the bees hard at work in the bloom, of the fragrant scent of the apple, cherry, and peach blossoms in the spring.
I took a long ride today. Started with the 5 mile Village bike route and then headed out to our farm that is at the end of Redman Road at Cook Road, at the far edge of Hamlin, NY. I rode around on the farm a bit and then headed back home. It was a total of 32 miles. At 27 miles my legs started asking, "Are we there yet?!" But I persevered. What choice do you have when you are out on your bike? You have to keep going. And it was all so beautiful and peaceful that it was definitely worth the effort!
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| Our Hamlin farm. Peaches on the right foreground, corn on the left foreground, apples in the distance on the left. |
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| Did a little "off-roading" down the lanes and pathways on the farm. |
I think I'm a country girl at heart. But don't get me wrong - I'm not a fan of country music and I've never owned a pair of cowboy boots (and never will). But I do love living in a small town with so much farmland nearby. I grew up here. My parents were teachers, not farmers, but our house was surrounded by cow pastures and corn fields. I used to love playing "explorer" in the corn that was so tall it was like a forest. We took our canteens filled with Kool-Aide, packed lunches in our backpacks, and spent the whole day lost in the corn. We ice skated in the back of the field where it flooded and froze. We built tree forts in the hedge row of trees. I grew up and married a civil engineer turned farmer with a wedding ceremony held outdoors on his family's farm. And I love driving, walking, and now cycling on our country roads in farm country, or spending time on our farms. I love the beauty of a freshly plowed field, of the contrast of color with a dark green corn field next to a bright green rolling field of oats, of the actual amber waves of grain blowing in a breeze, of the bees hard at work in the bloom, of the fragrant scent of the apple, cherry, and peach blossoms in the spring.
Nice pictures! Great descriptions...felt like I was right there with you!
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