Why I Live in Ohio

I've been trying to run away from Ohio ever since I figured out that children don't have to move in next door to their parents when they graduate from high school.  And marry their high school sweetheart and have two children, Brandon and Deborah, and have Sunday dinners with the folks.  There were a lot of expectations back then.

I didn't move in next door to the folks, but I never permanently left Ohio.  It's been pulling me back like some giant rubber band attached to my ass.

Now I live here, on five acres of woods.

I have totally lost the will to move.  I am actually content with where I live.

Why do I love it here?

Could it be the 90 degree weather with 90% humidity?

Could it be the mosquitoes and stealth bomber flies?

Could it be the right wing Rush Limbaugh thing going on here?

No to all of the above.

But I do love a misty morning and a soybean field.

Berries growing wild in the woods.

Thistles and

daisies and

spider webs and

















my woods.

Let me warn you.  This isn't going to be all bunnies,  butterflies and fluffy clouds.

I'm looking for the space ship in the back yard.  The enormous metal crab.  The giant ball of string.

The first two things are actually nearby. 

I want to find every head scratching person, place or thing I can find in my corner of Ohio.

You'll be the first to know what I find.