Flatlander

I was listening to a song about being born on the prairie.. Dry land cotton farmers, like my Pa was, watch the sky and pray for rain.

Pray for no twisters. It describes tornadoes as being like a whiplash and rolling like God's tumbleweeds. It calls them Panhandle Dancers. I love the imagery. I grew up in the Panhandle. I guess I have dust devils in my heart. This music stirred me in a surprising way. I was thinking about how as we occasionally travel back there, I love the view. Most people think it is flat and ugly, but it holds a place in my heart. It will always feel like home.

I remember as a kid driving through miles and miles of cotton fields with their long green rows. As a child I imagined they were the legs of giants running along the side of the car. As a mom, I was delighted when one of my kids said they looked like grass rainbows. Perhaps they have a little dust devil in their hearts too.