Three hundred and forty

I’m back in the city with the wonderful invention of wireless internet.  As much as I love visiting my parents in the country, oh how I love my apartment and am so grateful to have access to the world wide web in my home.  Without further ado, here is the photo I wanted to post yesterday, and what it reminds me of…

“Yellow fields, big sky”

The big sky, the yellow ground, the vast fields, the feeling of being so small in our huge country.  My trip across Canada in September was a life-changing experience.  The beautiful, although very wide, Saskatchewan was a highlight.  We were a tiny speck driving across the flat landscape for days.

Driving through parts of southern Ontario gives me this same feeling, although not quite as yellow fields or as big sky.  This photo was taken in the town of Lincoln, just outside Beamsville.  There’s something so visceral about farming that I love.  It puts my mind at peace.  That is, unless I start thinking about what I learned during vegan month and what happens in those buildings in the background…