It Never Gets Old
April 14, 2015
I went to Costco today, which means I saw a lot of this:
Maybe I love it so much because I grew up in the sprawling metropolis of Los Angeles–hours from the nearest crop. Nary a tractor did we see.
I just find it pleasing.
I get a kick out of visits from my family, when we can drive minutes in just about any direction and see crops. Better yet, get stuck behind a tractor, or get buzzed by a crop duster. I feel all proud of my new home (never mind that I’ve lived here, in the heart of farmland, for over thirty seven years, and lived in the greater LA basin for only eighteen).
Life of Wry 