Heavy industrial farm machinery, some tootling down the road. Bare-chested boy shotgut beside dad in the pick-up, windows rolled down. Lines of mailboxes at the ends of country roads. Old brick and stone churches, timber frame churches, one vacant. Lots of old shacks with tin roofs, and quite a few big old farm houses set back beneath trees. Untouched by any commercial ugliness whatsoever.
Magical Elsing Green plantation. With peacocks.
Unlike some other counties, even ones with open land/farms, farms here appear to be working. The people appear to be farmers. Crops too, as opposed to stock.
Land overall a bit flat. But some hillier topography. Quite a high percentage of pine, but still plenty deciduous. Several housing developments, gated at, but hidden from, the roads. About as many 20-century homes as older. Soil is sandy.
This is my bit of a blog. Rambling words about rambling days. No focus and nothing ambitious. I seem to write most about local color, nature, and animals, and there is an incomplete chunk about my road trips of 2011.
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