On the way to piano lessons

I was driving to pick Aisling up from her piano lesson today and saw this pretty little picture at the side of the road -- the delicate wildflowers, the graceful grasses, the rugged post-and-wire fencing -- and was moved to hop out of the van and take a photo. It just looked so very Indiana, and it reminded me of Ma and Grandad's place out by Springport when I was a kid, and the way the golden patches of sunlight and the cool pieces of shade had their own beguiling way with you, out walking on the side of Prairie Road, up to the barn or down to the graveyard.