It is Hillsdale, the object of my love. A little town. A very little town. I've been riding my bike around it and just enjoying the fun and the flatness. I'm amazed these towns haven't become thriving meccas for the overly-stressed city dwellers. I think these towns are the future. With computers connecting us every which way, there is no need to be surrounded by the city's chaos. Such little gatherings of buildings, and railroads, and sky and fields just get my creative juices flowing, and clear the senses. So does riding my bike. If I didn't hate cars before, I loathe getting in my car now.
We'll see what happens come winter.
Oh, I also had the joy of eating our own, home grown sweet corn last night. Finally, though the Japanese beetles did descend upon it, they were too dang late! The deed was done, the silks, by the time they were eaten, were no longer needed. Looks like we'll have some pumpkins and a watermelon this year too.
Anyone else for small town, and farm living? Let's leave the cities and head back to the country. A few good hippies could take over a town like Hillsdale.