The sun is setting at it's latest now.
I caught the red sky at night,
the other day out my west window.
Yesterday was a drive in the country day.
We have this very silly habit of getting our haircut at a salon in Lake Geneva/Lake Delevan.
Fireman and I love a drive in the country.
Farmland in the heartland is so beautiful in June.
What is it about a barn that tugs at my heart, always?
Perhaps I was a farmer in a past life?
My Irish side were farmers.
My sweet Nana said her mom said she came with the potatoes.
So she was either born in May when they planted or September at harvest. Turns out it was September-
We simply had to stop at Lake Geneva Pies for a mixed berry pie.
Oh and ALL the truck knitting I accomplished, was frogged when I got home. Did n't like it. Movin on.
Cast on anew.
Fireman was sort of shocked as I pulled out my scarf.
I told him, its like a flat tire for a cyclist…it happens!
Happy TUESDAY in June.
The only white stuff in the air is cottonwood!