It was a warm southern breeze blowing up along the old country road rustling tall ripening corn stocks as it passed. Another fine evening walk for Pheebs and I followed by a slow meandering drive home.
GROANER'S CORNER:(( On the first day of school, a first-grader handed his teacher a note from his mother. The note read..."The opinions expressed by this child are not necessarily those of his parents."
The blessing of a quiet evening meander.ReplyDelete