The nice thing about venturing outside of the county is the landscape. That wedding I mentioned yesterday? Just outside of the county. And since it was a beautiful day, I walked the grounds. Granted, the grounds are about the size of my own yard, but the properties nearby kept me busy for awhile.
I’ve heard it said that “keeping it simple” can be some of the best work you have. It don’t get much simpler than an old fence. But I like it.
The farm across the street had a HUGE tree. All by its lonesome. With only hay bales to keep it company. I’ve got to remember to come back here in the spring and get the same shot with the tree full of leaves. Adding that to the to do list.
I crossed the street. I really wanted to go in the gate. But I feared Farmer Bob would show up with his Mossberg and escort me off his property. Or I’d step my pretty little shoe into a cow pie. I believe the latter is more probable.
If there was a way for me to explore in places like this, I would. But I don’t know very many people who have farms. Or very many strangers that would let me do as I please on their big lawns. But it would be fun. I’d get my hands dirty for this.