Come With Me To Bothwell City...Where The People Are Nice And The Skies Are Pretty

 Last night, we drove a little west and a little south. We stopped at a friend's house. I stepped away from the van and looked west.

The view was spectacular.

Maybe it's because I'm growing older every day...maybe it's because we lived in one place for so long and everything (still...) seems to new...maybe it's because we just happen to be in the right place at the right time...

Then again, maybe it's because it's so beautiful up here.

I'll go with the latter.

One thing that I kept thinking over and over again when we moved was, "Why aren't homes being built in all those fields?" It's a valid question, especially considering where we lived. It seemed every square foot of land was being gobbled up for houses/townhomes/apartments/RV pads. Here, well...there's room for hundreds of thousands of homes/townhomes/apartments/RV pads.

Bothwell is a small community just over the rise from where we live. Farmland out paces homes by a huge factor. They grow wheat and corn, and other things that my uneducated mind doesn't know. It is such an amazing place. 

Of course, amazing places cannot stay hidden forever. Soon (much too soon for the residents...) the next generation will see dollar signs and those fields will be divided and subdivided, roads then homes, then parks, churches, even RV pads will rise from the ground and trees will diminish the views of those pretty skies.

Come with me to Bothwell City...where the people are nice and the skies are pretty.