heartbroken

As the credits rolled, I was heartbroken -- it was not 1920, this was not rural Minnesota, I was not a pioneer with a thick accent, and there was no wheat to harvest. And the story was over.

Whoever wrote to go see "Sweet Land" -- you were right. It was gorgeous. I loved it as a Minnesotan, as the descendant of German and Norwegian immigrants, as a novice genealogist, as an admirer of the prairie and fields, as a lover of fiddle music.

It's probably not for everyone, though. It is not as Janette Oke as it sounds like it could be.