Upstate New York
Where I was born, there were bee keepers and farms. There were fields of wildflowers and those that were cultivated. Fields of corn and fallow fields too. All of these were captivating to me as a child.
They reside in my heart now, these rural, childhood places. And all of them are beautiful in their way.
They do not fret as I do to be sure—
For they know that fallow fields will have their day.