"WE AGREED THAT NO ONE WHO HAD NOT GROWN UP IN A LITTLE PRAIRIE TOWN COULD KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT IT. IT WAS A KIND OF FREEMASONRY, WE SAID."

The dust and heat, the burning wind, reminded us of many things. We were talking about what it is like to spend one's childhood in towns like these, buried in wheat and corn, under stimulating extremes of climate: burning summers when the world lies green and billowy beneath a brilliant sky, when one is fairly stifled in vegetation, in the color and smell of strong weeds and heavy harvests; blustery winters with little snow, when the whole country is stripped bare and gray as sheet-iron. My Antonia, Willa Cather.

Comments

[Ingrid]

Heh Madhu, Love your snappy title.

[MD]

Oh, Ingrid, the title is part of the same passage by Willa Cather. Oops, I better make that more clear.

[Ingrid]

Thanks Madhu, I sort of guessed that. I always marvel at your choice of titles. It's an original style you've developed that fits well with your posts. Sometimes you have a title of just a word or two that says it all and then expand to titles like this which I find amusing.