I am a country girl at heart, but I have been tragically transplanted into the city for too long. This was clearly evident on a trip we made to visit my grandfather in Mize, MS this weekend. These are some observations I made:
Aside from lamenting my newly citified self, I did enjoy this short trip. There's a freedom out in the country that is very rejuvenating, especially with the first hints of fall in the air.
Good trip.
Good times.
Good fun.
Them's some lovely and funny notes.
Posted by: jon amos at September 22, 2003 03:12 AMGood blog. And wave back next time.
Posted by: SonofThunder at September 22, 2003 09:21 AMiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm headin' for the country
where the air is fresh
no more city for this rapper
cause the country's the best
gonna buy me a pick up
and fill it with hay
gonna buy me a rooster
to welcome the day
gonna learn to eat bacon
and biscuits and grits
i'm tired of this city life
the country's the $% !!!!
word is born, ya'll...
Posted by: crazee8 at September 22, 2003 09:27 AMBe careful on the rooster...they like to crow at 2 am sometimes.
Posted by: SonofThunder at September 22, 2003 11:22 AMSometimes you don't even have to live in the country to experience a rooster crowing at 2:00 A.M.
Posted by: Amy at September 22, 2003 03:10 PMWhy should I wave to someone I don't even know?
You are soooo right about the no internet maps on backroads... I tried that once, I think I ended up in Canada.
The stars, I think I miss that the most out of all the other benefits of living in the country. That and being able to go out on my back porch and listen to the wind.
Posted by: mkrueger at September 24, 2003 01:34 PM