One time when I was on a short flight from Chicago to central Illinois, coming to visit relatives, I was at a window and saw a sight like this ---- EXCEPT the fields had many, many windmills. I was so taken with the amount of windmills that that's all I could talk about when my family met me!
Later in the week my nephew said to me, at about twilight, "Get you coat, we're going for a ride! " We left the city and rode through some of the farmland I had flown over. The lights on the windmills was another fascinating feature. Where the "arms" cross, there is a large, long red bulb. It is a lasting memory. And now I live here!
Later in the week my nephew said to me, at about twilight, "Get you coat, we're going for a ride! " We left the city and rode through some of the farmland I had flown over. The lights on the windmills was another fascinating feature. Where the "arms" cross, there is a large, long red bulb. It is a lasting memory. And now I live here!