Round Bales and Rainbows

I've been a little under the weather, but my daddy is turning seventy three tomorrow so I drove the back roads from camp to my mama's house. My iPhone recently needed to be reset and I forgot to reload my music on it. My two girls (one is at camp) and I ended up listening to old school country on the radio. You know, the music of tortured poet Keith Whitley still gets to me. It swirled many memories in my mind as I drove through sprawling farm land speckled with round bales and old red barns. It set my heart yearning for the simplicity of life. 

My stepdad detailed my ride "Crazy About a Mercury." Y'all, I look smooth. 
Happy Tuesday!

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