Wheatland, IN. One of those little southern Indiana towns with dilapidated structures that give evidence of past prosperity. Railroad tracks run right through the middle. This is farm country, so maybe a place where the area’s products left for market? There’s still a lot of semis running through.
Setting out on my trip to Vincennes and Evansville mounds with the full moon ahead and pink sunrise behind. Feels propitious.
It’s been another beautiful day. Dark now, but the back door is still open. It’s good to hear kids playing in the neighborhood.
It’s a beautiful spring day here. Rachel is outside giving our pond its spring cleaning. I’m inside preparing a budget presentation. One of these things is more fun than the other.
We heard a hawk call while we were doing some transplanting, looked up, and saw three(!) of them. Every time I see a hawk I think of the Robinson Jeffers’ poem title: “give your heart to the hawks.”
Well the fried cornmeal mush was okay. It was a little like trying to fry slices of jello. And it took a long time to brown up—probably because it’s mostly water. It was pretty bland, even with maple syrup, but that’s consistent with what I’ve always heard about it.
While I’m in here reviewing these reports, Rachel is outside having a blast and being ridiculously cute.
Rachel had an appointment in Jasper, IN, last Friday so we made a day of it. Jasper is a pretty unique town in southern Indiana. While the area has a lot of German ancestry, Jasper is one of the few places where it has remained an ongoing identity. While Rachel was in her appointment, I went to Sturm’s hardware store, which is on the National Register of Historic Places. There’s a store dog, who raced toward me in a flurry of barks when I entered the store.
Unexpected 2” of snow last weekend. Flurries right now. Temperatures below freezing all week. 2-4” more snow tomorrow. Flu rampaging the area. We are well and truly at the ass end of winter.
Woke up this morning from a very disturbing dream AND with “Sh-boom” by the Chords playing in my head. I think I’ve been watching too much David Lynch.