And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, American author (1896-1940)
Warm temperatures and sunny days shone through the windshield as Mom and I made a couple of road trips this weekend. Swaths of yellow flowers lined the country roads. I figured they were dandelions but when we stopped for a closer look they turned out to be delicate, buttercup-like flowers. Ah, there is a lesson to be learned there! Our journeys over the two days took us East, and South and Southwest, across country to quilt shops promoting themselves with a July shop hop. The one set beside a river, where a young family and grandparents fished, was so quiet that I could hear the fly buzz and and Canada Geese splashing as they took their bath. That peaceful view capped the weekend of views across green farmlands, white shaded porches, and the odd magnificent hawk flying overhead.
The road home passed by the
old diary bar -- it's not quite as old as me, but it's close, so perhaps I should call it 'vintage'. Never one to miss what might be the last opportunity to enjoy vintage treats from my childhood days, we indulged in some wonderful
real ice cream. Life is good! :-)
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