Breathing in the fresh spring like air, Emmalyn made her way down to class with a skip in her step. She loved outside classes and she just knew it was going to be a great one. As she approached, a smile spread across her face at the sight of Professor Wayland sitting in his hay bale chair.

"Good afternoon, Professor Wayland. It's a beautiful day, isn't it? I trust you are well." She made her greeting then worked her way over to the far side of the hay bale semi-circle and took a seat. After getting settled, she closed her eyes and took in the smells all around her. The earthy richness of the ground mixed with last seasons hay sent pictures of her grandmothers farm streaming though her mind.