Rural Writes

Rural Writes BY G.A. SCHEINOHA CONTRIBUTOR They never fail to awe, whether on the horizon, miles away as the crow flies or up close, as in blacktop passing within spitting distance. Leastwise, they seem that near, when tooling by on Church Road, east of the village of Eden. What appear to be a child’s pinwheels blown up to ginormous size, their blades spinning lazily in the sun. We’re