Our World Tuesday

Ride in the Country

It is a about a 40 minute drive from my house to Fellow Mortals the place where I take injured animals and birds for rehab.  The whole ride is through back roads and the country ... I love every minute of it.  There is something peaceful and honest about a farm and I find it so refreshing.

The towns are old, but restored and well kept ...

Don't you just love the workmanship on old building ... it was considered a craft, but I think of it as art.

Our family farms are a dying breed.  They can't compete with the "corporate" farms.  It is a great loss to our culture ... along with the family farm goes the honest hard work ethic, the value of humane treatment of animals, the commitment to a good product (i.e. real food, not genetically altered, filled with hormones or crops that have dangerous fertilizers or insecticides on them).  The motive for farming becomes profit and with that comes greed and indifference to the public needs.  Yet another decaying aspect of the values that we have all held dear.

The Fox River flows close to the edge of it's banks ...

And there are fields filled with dandelions ... The country is so beautiful.   The realities are hidden...