Friday, February 8, 2013
Glorious Day in the Country
Today I traveled back to the rural county that I lived in for the past 6 years. It was a sunny, warm (61 degrees F) day ripe for a ride out on the peaceful back roads.
No, not on the scooter, but in the car. No, I did not have my camera along, sorry. So I will post some photos from last summer.
I found myself driving down some of my favorite scooting routes, remembering fond times last summer and anticipating future ones this spring.
I stopped at our old the dairy bar to have a cheeseburger deluxe. Could not resist!
I said to the lady there, "I sure miss this place since we moved out from the county towards the city. The burgers here are the best!"
She responded, "There's nothing like dairy bar food!" Man oh man is she right!
I sat in the car with Maxi and enjoyed my cheeseburger with onions, lettuce, tomato, pickle, and mayo along with my fries with ketchup and a frosty root beer.
For just a moment it was spring and I was seated in my mind's eye over at the picnic tables with my scooter parked alongside. Many, many memories of scooting up here for a snack and especially for ice cream!
Then I did a few errands out in the village and drove by our old house, up the twisty rough road that I had traveled a million times on my Rucki and my Met.
My heart was trembling a bit as I recalled so many sweet memories of riding out here, up this road past neighbors front porches, cows lazing in the fields, hawks soaring overhead.
No matter how many times I rode this old chipseal path I never got tired of it on my scooter.
They say "you can't go home again", and well, I guess it's true. As I rounded the bend to look over to our old property and house I was met with a surprize. The entire acreage has been cordoned off by poles and wire strung for horse pasture.
Gone was the vast, open field next door between our house and the older farm house next door. Chopped up by white poles and white wire roping.
Not only that, but there was an Amish buggy in our drive and an Amish family getting into the buggy. Our house has been rented out! My heart gave a little tug of sadness.
You know when you rent, you always sort of believe "it's yours" for a little while. I always did, but deep in my heart I knew there would come a day when we would leave there because it really wasn't ours.
Well, the day "solidified" today when I saw other people living there. It's just an odd feeling, a mixture of emotion. There is no going back, not even in my mind. It's over, gone, done.
So, after that I traveled along the "ride that refreshes" in the car (see that previous post title from last year)...
The covered bridge was in neglect, with wooden exterior pulled off and stacked alongside. Guess some repair work is in progress...
This barn was closed up, no horses in sight...
This pond was semi-frozen over and the trees were bare...
The ground was snow covered here where the shade prevented the melting...
The nursery and landscaping center was shut up tight...
As I wound down the back roads out to the main road I realized that I have never really left here in my heart of hearts. I'd pined for the quiet fields so many times since I'd left them behind.
But today I realized that I had not lost it forever, it was an hour's ride in the car or on the scooter (a BIG scooter!) away, just waiting for me to return!
Since I moved to the burbs two counties over I've really been homesick for these foothills and back roads.
Coming here today, escaping a rough bout of "cabin fever", I realized that this place is forever part of who I was and AM.
It was a glorious day in the country!