On our return home from the cottage in rural Georgia, we decided to take the backroads. That way, we discovered how folks live in the wide open farmland. At a roundabout, there stood a hut with a display of local fruits and vegetables, the tomatoes were gorgeous so we stop to buy some, and they are earthly delicious. Then we passed by the store front of this abandoned street and imagined how prosperous it once must have been. How sweet was Old Glory impeccably waiving through the air. As we continued driving, the cotton crops are budding green while cattle graze without concern alongside the horses and their colts. Taking it all in, I recalled the famous song singing, “lead me country roads, lead me on!”
“The smell of diesel and dust early in the morning give me a feeling that I’m far away, it’s about interesting people, wonderings and passings through.”
Our decision to travel nilly-willy through the backroads extended our vacation aura. What we encompassed and learned through this unchartered territory brought us home with extra gratitude and a resolve to embrace our future with more gusto and goodness.
I hope you can plan a trip for yourself very soon.