Mike enjoyed his celebratory breakfast in bed, along with a few thank-you-for-being-a-great-dad gifties. Then after a wonderful church service on Sunday morning, we had the whole afternoon to ourselves.
It was time to get out of Dodge.
Country back roads were calling
so we made a run for it - phones off -
I'm sorry - the party you were trying to reach...
...is unavailable. Not even Superman was going to deter us from our adventure. He collapsed to the lower right of the phone booth--hilariously random
While driving along, my husband slammed the brakes every time I yelled, "STOP!!" so I could photograph something. Which I thought was exceedingly patient and kind, it being Fathers' Day and all. And fortunately, the only other traffic we had to contend with was Amish horses and buggies.
Don't you love the teal and white? Wouldn't you love to meet the person who painted their old barn those colors? I would.
oh, dear. (In truth I thought, yum. I like venison.)
We did some rummaging at a favorite junk spot
I found an old hand-crank egg beater. It has a red wooden handle and the paint is worn and the wood smooth to the touch where years of hands have gripped it. The beaters make a satisfying whirrzzing sound when you crank it. The old tin is marvelous because it has the word "cake" on it (cake being right up there with 'edible glitter' among the most beautiful words in the English language). And a xylophone - EEEEEEP! I feel a "as seen on Pinterest" project coming on.
We also a found a retro chicken watering jar which we are re-purposing as a water source for our bees. It's kinda like a little pub for them to stop at after a long hard day of foraging before heading back to the hive to tackle their honey-do list (yuck, yuck) We also snagged (very cheaply, I might add) a large roll of chicken wire, which was a blessing since Mike has been wanting to build a fence to keep out the ground hog that has been decimating our veggie patch.
On the way home, we made a spontaneous howdy-do to some great friends. We love them dearly, and our five minute stops always turn into at least an hour and a half.
Billy and Joan, thanks for being so gracious about our impromptu visit. And thank you for the "walking onions" for our garden
and the bouquet of wild roses. You were the icing on a great day.