tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12033578.post3238340729558975912..comments2024-02-28T04:21:53.331-06:00Comments on the farmers wife: plasticSuzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06475380451527801666noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12033578.post-50427347436681196972007-03-16T05:51:00.000-05:002007-03-16T05:51:00.000-05:00This is the kind of scene I fully expect to see on...This is the kind of scene I fully expect to see one day when I visit my woods. The strew of trash will eventually reach that far.<BR/><BR/>pablo<BR/>www.roundrockjournal.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12033578.post-33973925344040123882007-03-15T20:00:00.000-05:002007-03-15T20:00:00.000-05:00I'm with you - hate those dead calms. Just eerie....I'm with you - hate those dead calms. Just eerie.<BR/><BR/>And I've always called all that plastic "urban tumbleweeds". I bet the come from hundreds of miles away.KatKit13https://www.blogger.com/profile/05624408996752444339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12033578.post-44457822732905854152007-03-15T09:15:00.000-05:002007-03-15T09:15:00.000-05:00I agree. I've never felt more fearful than in a de...I agree. I've never felt more fearful than in a dead calm. It's downright spooky and portends bad things.Suzannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06475380451527801666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12033578.post-46396710452070839572007-03-14T23:22:00.000-05:002007-03-14T23:22:00.000-05:00I remember a night when I was in junior high schoo...I remember a night when I was in junior high school. We lived in Gary, Indiana and tornado watches were out. It was hot and there was no wind... so still, not even the crickets or any birds were singing.. just total hot, dark, silence. This was just before a tornado ripped down our street and took out the church right beside our parsonage. That triplet will still strike fear into my heart.srphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11751987787364198318noreply@blogger.com