The Time Has Come for Us to Part

There's a certain place -- not too far past the Missouri River on the 1-90 -- when I look around as we are driving and feel like I am home.  The green gray hills give way to lush cornfields, trees, farmhouses, and silos.  The landscape flattens out a bit more and it's green, green, green as far as the eye can see.  I love living out west, but there is something about the farmland of eastern SD that quenches my thirsty soul.  I never realize it's there until I get home and drink in the green.  Of course, with the green comes hail-like bug storms, ninety percent humidity, and enough mosquitoes to kill a person, but it's a small price you have to pay, I guess.  We have really enjoyed our visit this year. We are heading down to Omaha for my brother's wedding today.  It's time to say goodbye to the homestead, the vast farmland, cornfields and mosquitoes in large abundance.  We'll miss you, SD.  (But only the summer SD.  I don't miss the winter SD.)   See you next year!