The moon so high... The crickets at there best, the night sky so starry..... The view of the moonlight reflecting off the mint fields with the sweet smell of mint makes one fall into a deep trance. Then comes dawn and the moon goes into another parallel.... The fog rises and the crickets go into a low hum....

The old weathered road.... My place to ride, walk, and relax. The road travels through the meadows that lie within two ridges. The valley that lies beyond the weathered road is one that brings new life. From the baby fawns prancing across the meadows with the sunlight dancing off there shiny coats, to the crickets that play a perfect summer symphony day or night. The old weathered road has seen the new life every spring, the crickets every summer and the generations that traveled it. The old weathered...

Ahhh the sound of song birds, crickets, coyotes.... The brief winds on a cool June day with blue skies and puffy cumulus clouds. The green pastures where the horses are out rest. The smell of fresh baked goods coming from the Amish bakery. The views from the abundant vistas that surround me. It all seems like a dream but it isn't. This is life in South Central Wisconsin...

This is my first blog, I had to make it interesting.