Oh, alright, Mark. You want words. This is my daughter when she was 5, at her very first farm outing in kindergarten. She was utterly and completely in her element. She went to an elementary school that had a farm. I wrote about it here. Leaving the farm behind was, for every member of her unusually close-knit class, the very hardest part of making the transition to high school. They miss that place still. So do their parents. Maybe I put up this picture because, like that class when they had to move on from the farm, I am trying to make the transition that is looming before me. That class, including my daughter, will apply to college in the fall.