So North Dakota

Despite the fact that I think this picture is hilarious (My mother is pushing my husband, grandmother and two children on the golfcart the length of the driveway because they’ve run out of “gas”) what I really love about this picture is that it is so North Dakota. This is the landscape at the end of the driveway to my farm that I grew up with. I looked out across it everyday in anticipation of the school bus. It is the eastward view of my first eighteen years. In the winter it looks like frozen tundra, drifts of snow rippling across the ground like waves. In the early summer it is lush and green. In August the prairie is brown and crispy, crops waiting to be harvested. In the spring it looks like this. Some might find it desolate. I love it. I love seeing what’s coming and going, no trees to obstruct the view. I love how evening shadows dance across the ground. The landscape of this picture is just right, and the quirkiness of the golf cart is so . . . so small town North Dakota.