I live in the sticks. And these pictures are proof. Be glad there's no smell function on blogs. Because I smelled skunk today. Again. NOT. COOL. AMERICA.
I joke a lot about living down the street from sheep, cows and cornfields, but I do like seeing the rows and rows of mums appear every autumn. This might be the year I get a pot of mums for my front steps. And perhaps a pumpkin.