In the country, on the farm

It is a beautiful day today. The sky is clear and blue and the sun shining in the large living room windows has warmed the floor. Sitting on the sofa, the windows provide a picturesque view of trees on the ridge. A few evergreens color the otherwise gray hillside.

The Blacksburg area is beautiful. The roads wind through working farms and mowed lawns of expansive yards. There are open fields with horses, cows, and sheep surrounded by thickly wooded forests. There are also rolling hills and steep slopes.

Being here is like being in another world. We went to breakfast at a local “hang out” today. Camo and hunter-orange were the most prevalent color schemes and we ate our greasy breakfast biscuits next to chainsaw grease and fishing flies. Two (dead) deer were in the truck bed next to our Toyota.

My brother-in-law and sister-in-law parked out of sight.

Dan’s uncle asked them, “Is your car American made?”

“Yes… Why?”

“It is usually better to park foreign-made cars by the window.”