Gorgeous Day!

I hope everyone that I love leaves their work place and goes home and plays this afternoon. It is so gorgeous out!  I had to give a makeup exam after school, but zipped out after that.  I dragged down my favorite country route home (Scio Church)...and marveled with the trees.  Lots of orange and yellow on Scio Church.  Red burst out in the underbrush.  We used to have a red underbrush at the corner of the yard garden, but two landscaping projects ago, it was killed :-(  Too much digging. (I am going to bet I am the only one who remembers this plant.) The colors were just popping.  I had my windows down and my moonroof opened. I was burning up my $2.86 gas but I was happy. Reminded me of rolling through Hawaii in the convertible...the North Shore turn!  (that's where I saw the giant sea turtle ....ah) As I drove home I smelled that-- Two farms had refertilized and turned their soil over..such a nice rich flavor filling the air.  There is another farm for sale.  I hate to see it go--107 acres, horse barn.  It is a very old farm. I guess they just can't make a go of it anymore. Their neighbors left about a year and half ago.  There was a tunnel of trees right after the Heil's old house--and they too were beckoning eyes with color.  Being such a beautiful day, I noted many farmers out working.  One farmer was processing his grain and shooting it out the equipment, up a pipe, into the wagon.  I think it was corn fodder for the winter.  I love living in the country. 

I made the curve around to the house, noted that the developer that bought the land from Nadeau--appears to be selling again.  The lot at the end of our road is also back up for sale.  Things are so tight, I doubt that they will have much interest.  

Hope, finishing up my Dearborn Inn meal (thank you, Dad and Mo) topping off with a few carmels and sliced apples.  I am brewing chai ice tea for later.  Perhaps will end the evening with some pear jam on sourdough toast.  Jan and I picked the pears at one of my friend's farms--but that's another story.

If anyone sees my parking pass for PHS, put it aside. It disappeared.  Perhaps it got tossed into the recycling and I did do gobs of recycling this weekend.  (oops)  In the meantime,

go play!  "oh this is a tale of a man named Chris, who sailed the ocean blue....in the Nina, Pinta and Santa Maria in 1492, Sailed the Ocean Blue."  (thought that would make you smile, Jean-Pierre)

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