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.
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.
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?