Life in the country can sometimes feel like a life constantly on the road. Each work day I have an hour and twenty minute round-trip car ride to get to the pharmacy. Yesterday though, I had the other required car ride to make it through: the ride into town for supplies.
As I drove home I thought about all the different stages of my drive. It starts on a four lane highway with businesses on both sides of the road. Quickly the traffic around me also changes from hatch-backs and sedans to pickup trucks and log haulers.
Now onto the long two-lane stretch, where the dotted center line dares the brave to pass the slow. In the city getting stuck between a slower car may mean you quickly take a different route, but out in the country there is often only one way to go. Also in the city, a slower vehicle may be a granny doing 30 in a 45, while in the country you may run upon a tractor changing fields doing 10 in a 55.
As a former greenhouse and nursery worker, one of the joys of my drives is the big old trees showing off their graceful structure during the leafless months.