Doo, Doo, Doo, lookin' out my front door
This was the view from my front door last night. JWS looks like he is enjoying going back to his farmer roots. Even if the tractor is RED. He is just happily mowing the field across from our house. Getting ready for the fair. You see, on Friday and Saturday night of the fair, this will be a parking lot. Such a peaceful sight the other 363 days of the year. But for two nights, this will be packed full of cars. And it will be mowed nice and tidy for them. Found this vintage dish towel the other night on my way home from Indiana. You see, a trip to the doctor Tuesday afternoon confirmed what our resident medical assistant, Shawnee had been telling me all along. Plantar Fasciitis. (had to google that to spell it right) Exercise it and don't quit walking. Movement is life. (Shawnee also quotes that regularly) On my way home from the doctor, I slipped into Denise's Antiques I looked for a website to link here but there is nothing. I love this place, but don't seem to be able ...