Sightseeing

It was an impromptu fall adventure on a perfect Saturday afternoon. In it, we were yet again reminded of the splendor and variety of this backroads land where we've been planted.

The Harris Hayless Hayride ended up being a treat for everyone. And how we praise the Lord for blessings like this.

Granddad got his tractor (and the tires!) all clean and shiny for our trip.

Through the pasture and into the woods we went.

Sweet Aden, fighting the urge to jump into the creek, finally settled on tossing big sticks down the bank.

Trey found a tiny snail shell. Then threw it at a frog.

Dad and Granddad got in some range time...

...while the boys rested and Nana and Mama took pictures.

Poor cows, stampeding us because they thought we had their dinner.

Mooing at our pursuers.

How I love these people. How I love this place. So grateful.