Preparing For Landing
Do we have to visit them?” the eight-year-old asked. “Grandma is weird and…”
“Grandpa is mean,” added her older brother.
Elsa observed the linear perfection of farmland below, largely ignoring her children.
At their age, she rode a tractor alongside her grandfather. They made rows into which other tractors dropped seed potatoes and covered them with soil.
By summer, when Elsa returned from the city, those fields were lush green having absorbed spring rainfalls.
As the plane prepared for landing, she knew her children would experience a different summer vacation.
The farm was no longer a property her family owned.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction regardless of the season, although she prefers spring.
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