a story with pictures.

Most days, I ride the bus to work. I walk by this field on my right. They used to plant corn here, but the last few years they’ve been haying.

This lush grassy area – by the stream – is on my left. We used to mow it down, but since it is often too wet to mow, we’ve been letting it get high and I think it is very beautiful.

This is the river that runs along the border of our property. Further down it, we used to have a swimming hole with a rope and a tree that we used to jump from.

The bridge over the river.

The bus stop.

Across the street, on nice days, the sun comes rising above that little hill, directly above this house.

On the opposite corner, is the general store. There are a lot of antiques sitting in there now. One time, my family wanted to turn it into a cafe/studio.

I am on the bus now and everything is a blur. A green, lush blur.

There are never more than one or two other passengers.

Riding the bus gives me a chance to enjoy the view. I like riding the bus.

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