Saturday afternoon, driving back home from a family reunion,
I decided to take the backroads. I had planned to stop at a little
flea market I hadn't been to in a couple of years. Sadly the sign
had disappeared from the yard of the little farmhouse, replaced by
signs of a family-in-residence. If I couldn't get my fleamarket fix,
I decided next best would be to visit the little variety shop run
by the mennonites. On the way, I was struck by how
lush and green the fields had become...
Only a few short weeks back these pastures were brown, dry
and lifeless, and the cattle would have been in search of hay
rather than contentedly chewing their cud as they
enjoyed both the sunshine and shade.
Nearing the crossroads where the shop is located....
And here we are - at the front entrance of this sweet little
shop where the sign beckons all to come in for books,
shoes, gifts, cheese and oak furniture!
I made a beeline for the spice room with all it's heavenly
scents and stocked up on dried chopped onion, and
sour cream/garlic powder, cinnamon and sliced
almonds. I had to drag myself away from the candies
- chocolate covered peanuts, raisins and almonds and
more. No time to look through the hundreds of
old-fashioned children's books and games, or browse
through the gorgeous glassware or handmade oak
chairs and chests. I'll save that for a day when I
can bring a friend or two who have never had
the pleasure of visiting here before.
Then on my way down another backroad, I see what looks
like a fawn - sure enough, a spotted baby deer....
then more, now in varying light shades of near-white
I had hoped to see the fields of sunflowers I
recalled from other sunny September days spent driving these
backroads, but therewere none to be found. Maybe the
drought is responsible, or maybe the farmers simply
chose to grow a different crop this year. In spite of
backroads, but therewere none to be found. Maybe the
drought is responsible, or maybe the farmers simply
chose to grow a different crop this year. In spite of
missing things I thought I would see, there were
some unexpected little surprises that made it a
some unexpected little surprises that made it a
beautiful drive anyway.
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