The genuine Alabama Red Clay Road on which I live. Named after my dear old dad–well, the half that is in our county. The other half is named in honor of a man who passed away the day I was born. The dogs and I took our walk today, another lovely day with gentler winds.
Mama Dawg was in fine form, her usual friendly, sunny-natured self.
And the little guy is still just as adoring of Uncle Rascal as ever.
Another gorgeous blue canopy overhead again.
Mama and son enjoy a bit of a cuddle together.
This is this farmhouse where I grew up. Yes, the bushes are in serious need of a good clipping.
Rascal on the side porch of the farmhouse. Such a handsome boy.
Elvis. No blue suede shoes, but a blue suede-ish collar. And look at the green grass sprouting!
Jonquils picked from the farmhouse yard. Can Spring be too far away?
