Saturday, October 10, 2015
This is the Road
Where milk trucks used to travel.
And grain trucks
Seed, feed, semen salesmen, doctors of animals, friends, and neighbors.
Sixty cows morning and night, coming in from pasture and heading out again.
It used to be clear, clean gravel, smooth as we could make it, protected by barriers so no one would slide into the creek.
Now, like the cows and trucks and people, it is just a memory of a life gone by.
Kind of pretty though.