It was flying insects that once again cut our morning’s forest walk short. No problem for either Kelly or I doing the trail, it’s just those annoying & harassing bugs that stop us now.
IT WAS A DAY OF WINDMILL FARMS IN MENNONITE COUNTRY
Published Saturday night’s post on the early side, hopped on my motorcycle & took myself for a ride through the countryside. Needed that.
A DAY OF RED BARNS
Probably would have remained slumped in my recliner this morning if it hadn’t been for Pheebs dragging me out of it around 9:30 wanting to go for a ride in the Jeep. It’s good for me when she does that, so off we went. Humidity was oppressive again but we kept a stiff summer breeze flowing through the Jeep windows for nearly 4 hours. Half a dozen brief stops, got some paws wet, & took a few photos. Another enjoyable Jeep drive in the country………………
MUSCULAR WORK HORSES ON THESE FARMS
No matter the gray moody days, no matter the valleys & the lows, no matter the doubts & the fears, our best Pals are always there with wagging tails, big smiles, understanding hearts, & a knowing way of lifting our sagging Spirits. They are just simply……..the best of ever.
LAST STOP OF THE DAY WAS McDONALD’S DRIVE-THRU IN GODERICH WHERE WE GRABBED A QUARTER POUNDER TO SHARE ON THE WAY HOME
I start many of my days with a single thought in mind. ‘I am not going to write a post tonight’. I work on that thought through the day. Nope, not gonna do it. Not today. Ninety nine point nine times out of ten I do write a post at the end of the day……… I end many of my days with a single thought in mind. ‘Tomorrow I am not going to write a post’. I go to sleep at night knowing I have a .01% chance of not writing a post tomorrow. And so it goes………………….one day at a time.
A FIELD OF GOLDEN WHEAT
GROANER’S CORNER:(( If the world were a logical place, men would be the ones who ride horses side saddle.
- Tourists see the world, travelers experience it.
- Home is where your pet is:))
- "If having a soul means being able to feel
love and loyalty and gratitude, then animals
are better off than a lot of humans."
- The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails -William Arthur Ward
- The only thing better than right now will someday be the memories of right now...AL.
- It is not so much having nothing to do as it is not having the interest to do something....AL.