Going to the homeland.......

Sally got her groove on this weekend with a little trip to a Cougar friends' homeland in Eastern Arkansas.....and if I can just say for minute, it was quite interesting.......between cocktails and cigars, we had very intelligent conversation while our driver showed us thru the rice fields. It's amazing how big the mosquitoes are in that part of Arkansas; we sized them up about as big as a humming bird! You don't want to step out long in the outside world of crop lands; yet the beauty of it all, in it's own right, is breath taking. I can't imagine growing up in that type of climate or scenic landscape; I'm used to rolling hills and vast forest! Yet, I felt a connection to the land; like something to the past; I don't know if maybe I was channelling someone from my past ancestry or what, but I felt moved by the silos, combines, crop dusters and irrigation canals.......being a child and being raised by a farmer in the 60's or 70's probably would have been a hard, but wonderful life; especially if you had like 2000 acres or so crop land and a nanny to boot! Riding thru the fields with daddy and stepping out in the rice fields to check the plume on the rice would have been a great treat for any little daddy's girl........