Jane Gingles

What could be more perfect than a ride in the country on a cold winter Sunday afternoon?  The Kansas sun is bright in the sky and the roads are clear with only remnants of the last winter snow remaining in the ditches and the rows of corn stubble in the fields.  The image of a clear powder-blue sky with only a scattering of white wispy clouds floating as you drive on your way to nowhere imprints a masterpiece on your mind  adding to your “Windmill Memories.”

  Watch as the clouds are forming shapes that whet your imagination.  See the shape of an octopus; no, it is now an eagle but soon the wings become an angel keeping you safe as you continue your winter drive.