Big House Mountain is in the background. If you look hard enough, you will see a tire swing hanging from one of the branches. Oh, how I wish I could have walked out there and sat in the tire. That would have been such fun for an old lady. I just love the shape and branches of this old tree in the wintertime without any leaves. It is absolutely beautiful.
This is one of those times that I found the telephone pole to be interesting.
This is the fence that kept me from going out into the field.
I am way too old to crawl under barbed wire or climb over a cattle gate.
Across the road is the old homeplace of a fellow former teacher. It has a wonderful view
of Big House and Little House Mountains across the road, and it has heavenly porches on both the front and the right side. It is so pretty.
Finally, as I was leaving, I looked up and there was some blue popping through the clouds.
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