I love a small town. Quiet mornings and the slower pace.
Thursday I headed South to my brother’s place. My brother and sister-in-law live in a tiny town of 820 people. It’s very quiet.
The drive south was lovely. Traveling in the mid morning on a Thursday, did not present much traffic. As I left the city behind me, the scenery around me showed me it’s celebration of Spring.
The Bluebonnets are in bloom here in Texas. I was also treated to an array of different colors of Morning Glory and Indian Paint Brush.
The fat black cows in contrast to the bright green of the fields around them had their own beauty.
The day before me was glorious, as if God was showing off after winter.
There isn’t much to tell you about the 2 days I spent at my brother’s place. Mostly what we did was sit around and visit, get caught up and watch the slow pace of the world outside go by.
I spent some time in the swing in the backyard, watching Little Dog explore the Great Outdoors of the big back yard. I sat and marveled at the quiet and the spring smells of the breeze.
I love my home and my life in the city, but the peace of the country has a way of recharging me. I love Spring!