1. I stop the car and get out to lift a turtle across the road. No little old ladies around here. Just turtles. Such unusual creatures, turtles...
2. It's haying time! Tractors and machinery rattle down the road. The hillsides are dotted with hay bales and we pass fields in all different stages of cutting, drying and baling. Oh, the smell of freshly cut hay!
3. She tells me the doggie door is 10 X 14 inches.
I love the smell of new mown hay as well! Turtles are amazing, I think so too!
ReplyDeleteLee! I didn't realize you were a blogger too! You certainly chose one of the best blogs to emulate with "Three Beautiful Things." And reading your words made me miss Botetourt. But I'll be down next weekend. I'll see you all at church, God willing.
ReplyDeleteTake care,
Tom
The smell of freshly cut hay is one of God's great gifts.
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