By John R. Greenwood
Farm views sooth the soul like a hug around the waist by loving child. March's moist air rejuvenates the lungs and fills them with the hope and promise of rushing streams and flitting birds. A life's worth of fond memories race across the field like musical notes drifting from angels sitting among the trees. I am frozen with joy and warmed by the sun. March is the last hurrah, winter's exit door to the alley of baseball and family picnics. This *landscape of calm reminds me to pause and reflect on the message I see.
The idea that a life well spent includes a farm somewhere along the way...
*This wonderful farm scene was taken at my friend Dennis Campbell's family farm. I want to thank his family for allowing me to capture it's beauty.