Well, I took the road to Mema’s house the other day when I went for lunch, but as the crow flies the path from my house to hers is through the woods, with a few little rivers to cross. We strolled around her farm, the farm where my mom grew up, and she told me all about her flowers. I also got to visit with my cousins and uncle who were busy working on the farm. After a nice lunch, Mema and I sat on her swing and enjoyed the beautiful weather, under the old maple tree that my grandfather planted many years ago.
A butterfly enjoys Mema’s zinnias.
Purple coneflowers were my favorite part of the perennial garden.
Horses graze in the fields behind the new horse barn. If I walked back through those woods, up the “mountain” and down the other side, I’d end up in my own back yard (after crossing through a few other yards).
A view of the old dairy barn. When I was growing up, and for many years before, this was a working dairy farm. Now, there’s a new barn for boarding horses, but there are still cows here, too.
To see who else is strolling today, visit the Quiet Country House. Where have you gone strolling lately?