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Country Roads

I love long drives on country roads; one of the benefits of baseball games away. 



This showed up on my Timehop today, taken about 4 years ago. This view was on my way to Union City and is always a view I look forward to, especially at certain times in the evening when the sun cast its rays off the tops of the silos making them glisten like diamonds in the sky. 

Country roads...Long drives...Wind blowing through the open windows...Music up loud...It's the simple things that can have the greatest impact. 

These snapshots were taken on the way to Troy, TN this year.  Not the greatest in the world, but it's the best I could do while driving! 

My grandmother & granddad, Mr.& Mrs. Kirk Morror & Oleta Clementine Frazier, had a weeping willow in their front yard. My mom & dad, Mr. & Mrs. Shirl Morror & Shirley Rose Lewis Frazier. also had one in the back yard in my youth.  Lightening struck & killed it at some point.



You can see the reflection of my handbag.  oops!




There is nothing more peaceful or fulfilling or satisfying than gazing upon the wonder of God's creation. It never gets old. 

Here's to more country roads, long drives, pretty days, a full tank of gas and great music!



🎼 "When I gaze into the night sky, And see the work of Your fingers. The moon and stars suspended in space. But what is man that You are mindful of him?" 🎼 (Psalm 8)

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