A prairie palace, once a show place for the finest livestock. It sits out on the prairie all alone now, a ghost of the past waiting for a revival. I enjoy visiting this area peppered with Mennonite and Amish families among a conglomeration of tiny towns. Each has a basic interest to visit for mean something new for more treasures to be found. The café is a central meeting place through the week, a treat to meet new and old friends over a cup of coffee. The weather is always a first comment, and often followed by agricultural interest each person shares. Families have lived on the same tract for decades, passing the land on to the next generation. A warmth of living and loving surrounds these tiny towns and a joy to be part of. This happiness floats across the land on a gentle prairie breeze, for all to enjoy. It kisses my cheek and I travel on looking for more treasures to share and enjoy.
Looking to another year
And many years past.