I’ve changed my header…notice the snow. This is the Kansas I remember. The Kansas I’ve come home to. It’s not the Pennsylvania mountains, not winding roads and trees, but it’s home, home on the range.

As I drove I-70, I drank in the miles and miles of flat land. The pastures and farmland, blanketed in snow. I could see the horizon. I could see the sunrise and sunset. And the stars, there’s no place like Kansas to gaze at the heavens.

I’ve often heard those that don’t live in Kansas complain about flat roads and nothing to see.  Oh my, what I can see on those flat roads.

I love the sight of farm elevators in the distance, tall towers of white reaching into the sky.  Most usually a blue sky full of billowing clouds.  If you really, really want to love Kansas…take some time on a warm afternoon, lay back in your car seat or on the grass and watch the clouds.  I see faces, I see animals, I see castles, I see God.

I love the sight of miles and miles of electric poles spreading out before me.  One after another they form the most beautiful line of crosses far into the distance. 

I love pastures planted in crops or prairie grass, each section of fence in a perfect square grid for miles and miles.   Green fields of winter wheat, when all else is brown and dormant.    I love white chalk roads that lay before me leading far away into the horizon.

Kansas is quiet.  Kansas is simple. Kansas is friendly.  Kansas is peaceful.  And Kansan’s know how to enjoy the small things.

Gotta share ‘Home on the Range’ like you’ve never heard it before:

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About 49andcounting

Hi! I'm a mom, wife, grammy, sister, friend at that ALMOST 50 age!! (Okay, since I started this a few years ago...well, add a bit to 49andcounting!) How the heck did I get here so fast?!? I love, love, love- my girls, antiques, rural America, history, Jesus, junkin,the lake and my Big Boy...not particularly in that order. It's about time I change this profile a bit. After a year or living in our 5th wheel in beautiful Pennsylvania, My Big Boy and I are back to the Kansas Prairies. And there's just nothing like "Home Sweet Home". Hitting the Big 50 has its own unique, well...let's say...blessings :) So come along, laugh with me...cry with me...praise God with me...and let's do this 49andcounting thing, together!
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7 Responses to Kansas…

  1. ckfus says:

    Welcome home! I totally agree. The open space allows one to see God in such unexpected places.

  2. notquiteold says:

    I feel the depth of your love. This must be where you belong.

  3. Sammy says:

    Thanks notquiteold, I grew up in New Jersey but live in Australia now (my wife is Australian) and we are planning a trip to the states in the future to do what I always wanted to do. Go state by state. Your Kansas made me feel at home again. I felt Kansas, thanks.

  4. Sammy says:

    Ha sorry, I had the wrong name, ooops, but with lots of love just the name (I mean same)

  5. April L Lyon says:

    i love this post! Reading it, I almost cried! I have never lived in Kansas but it’s one of my favorite states. As a child, the family vacation to Colorado would take us from our home in Iowa thru Kansas. I love the plains and open range, the way the wind would blow the wheat and grass… I could image indians and pioneers traveling across the fields… oh I loved it! It’s such a beautful state! Keep sharing with us- it’s great!

    • Thanks so much, April. I, too look to the prairies and imagine covered wagons and families homesteading. If you ever get to Southern KS, west of Medicine Lodge, you will see Red Gypsum Hills that so remind me of John Wayne movies and the Indians on the horizon. Is a beautiful drive along the Gyp Hills Scenic Byway.

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