Well, we officially located the far end of town where the grickle grass grows. And while the Lorax was lifted away from this place long ago, he left this fallow field and his dilapidated house. This place was a bit depressing at first, but then Patrick went crazy jumping from row to row, smashing any bug that crossed his path and planting twigs and rocks all about.
It took my Memaw to point this out to me, but I’m the type of person that is in love with strange and interesting places. And for some reason abandoned houses are my favorite. So of course when Patrick challenged me to another round of “I need to pee…. RIGHT NOW!”, while we driving in the middle of nowhere, I was more than willing to pull over here. It definitely beats a public restroom at some grubby gas station. So now, here I am looking at the photos, hopelessly curious about who lived here and why they left.
In the end, we read The Lorax for our bedtime story that night and made up our own little tale of this forgotten farm. And we gave it a very happy ending!