Bee Buzzing Grapes in My Father's OrchardI went for another bike ride today to enjoy the fantastic weather happening here in Ohio. If it was like this year round, I'd be moving.
I vaguely remembered this place called Johnson's Woods Reserve where kids used to go to make out which I thought was bikeable from my parents house. I may or may not have first hand knowledge of the parking lot, just saying. So I decided to head there and see if maybe there was a trail in the woods. I had to cross a country highway to get there and climb several large hills, but I eventually made it there. It was actually a boardwalk path so no bikes allowed but I decided to take a quick run through the woods. I immediately ran into a good friend from highschool who I haven't spoken to in like 7 years. She is almost done with her residency to be an emergency room doctor so good for her (smart cookie, she is only 26). We caught up for awhile before I eventually continued on my run and ride home. I saw so many cute country people on my ride from 10-year-olds driving tractors to old timers sitting on the porch watching the cars drive by. Life is more simple here.
I took my camera along this time to post some pictures. Too bad they are not scratch and sniff.
I vaguely remembered this place called Johnson's Woods Reserve where kids used to go to make out which I thought was bikeable from my parents house. I may or may not have first hand knowledge of the parking lot, just saying. So I decided to head there and see if maybe there was a trail in the woods. I had to cross a country highway to get there and climb several large hills, but I eventually made it there. It was actually a boardwalk path so no bikes allowed but I decided to take a quick run through the woods. I immediately ran into a good friend from highschool who I haven't spoken to in like 7 years. She is almost done with her residency to be an emergency room doctor so good for her (smart cookie, she is only 26). We caught up for awhile before I eventually continued on my run and ride home. I saw so many cute country people on my ride from 10-year-olds driving tractors to old timers sitting on the porch watching the cars drive by. Life is more simple here.
I took my camera along this time to post some pictures. Too bad they are not scratch and sniff.
Kids operate heavy machinery at a young age in the country.
Our driveway is a 1/4 of a mile long leading too...
The Old Homestead.You guys thought I was making this stuff up didn't you? Nope I am a real country girl.
. . .
Well,
I ain't never been the Barbie doll type
No, I can't swig that sweet Champagne
I'd rather drink beer all night
In a tavern or in a honky tonk
or on a four-wheel drive tailgate
I've got posters on my wall
of Skynyrd, Kid and Strait
Some people look down on me
but I don't give a rip
I'll stand barefooted
in my own front yard
with a baby on my hip
'Cause I'm a redneck woman
I ain't no high class broad
I'm just a product of my raising
I say, 'hey ya'll' and 'yee-haw
. . .
~ Gretchen Wilson
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Looks like home to me!!! I hope you're enjoying your time out there and aren't stressing too much about the wedding... tomorrow!!!! Woohoo, best of luck, I'll be thinking of you!!
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