A Sunday in June
We drove over to our neighboring town this past weekend, to go to the garden store.
We had a beautiful drive over, we took the short cuts, through the country back roads. People have been trying to teach us the short cuts, and they aren't easy back here. You get directions that start out sounding like this.. " You know where the turkey farm used to be?... well turn there, and then go out that road by Bob Jones' old place...... " Okey dokey. We spend a lot of time getting lost, but on days like this, who cares.
...and the garden store.... I love how so many businesses back here are in old barns. We had lots of perennials to choose from, and decided to add some false indigo, and foxglove to the flower garden. I could have filled the car with perennials. Inside the barn holds just as many temptations, too..... local meats, locally made artisinal cheeses, homemade bread and pies, organic produce, berries picked right there at their farm. Heaven.
....and a piano inside. Special K is drawn like a magnet to a piano. They asked him if he could come back and play every Sunday. He would be happy to be paid in pie, too.
On the way home we stopped at my daughter's friend's house, to see her new sheep.
This is Hannah (named after my Hannah), isn't she sweet? .... and there she is with her sisters.
They are funny girls, you should have seen us trying to get them out of the barn, and then trying to get them back into the barn when it started to storm. I can see why you need a herding dog when you have sheep.
I love living in the village, but those pretty country roads are calling my name lately..... and I could have sheep if we lived out there... hmmm.