Jul 24, 2008
Old But Always Beautiful
There is something about old farming equipment. I love the look of it whether it is rusted or care has been taken to keep it from rusting. I have always claimed I was born in the wrong century, decade, era what have you. I love the Victorian age, I love the clothing of the rich of the Renaissance, I love the ideals of the pioneers starting their lives anew traveling into the unknown of the States, and I am definitely a fanatic of all things World War II. But then I stop and realize, how oh how could I ever survive without air conditioning. I love having the benefits of this modern convenience. I know that I could live without my computer (I do enjoy having it though). I will admit I am a modern girl. I enjoy jumping into the car and zipping across town or across the state. I did this yesterday. I went to drop my mom off at my aunt's house so they can go down to Alabama. I really wish. I could be going down there. I had a nice afternoon in Saint Joseph. I actually made it over to my cousin's house on the river. I did not make it down to the river though. I had a slight headache, just enough to make me feel off balance and I didn't think that I should try and go down the mountain umm I mean hillside even though there are steps carved out. I plan to go down next month when I head over to the other side of the state. I got some nice pictures of the flowers in my cousin's garden and will be sharing these over the next couple of days.