Head west on M50, through Dundee and
past some cornfields and you will hit the little town where I grew up (Tecumseh).
Not exact matches
My husband's long commute to work takes him
past acres of
cornfields and each summer, he gives me daily updates on it's progress.
«I'm so sleepy,» he yawned, snuggling his lean 6» 1» body into the backseat of the rented four - door sedan as it hummed along 1 - 35,
past ponds and
cornfields and the young shoots of winter wheat between Wichita and Kansas City.
June was midway to my fifteenth birthday and I remember the miles between Redhill, Indiana, and Medgar, Kentucky, roll - ing
past the station wagon window on an interminable canvas of
cornfields and cow pastures, petty towns and irrelevant truck stops.
A long - serving member and
past president of the Southern Georgian Bay Association of Realtors, Wayne
Cornfield was recently honoured for his outstanding volunteer service and commitment to the association.