Mayo does not mean mayonnaise as written here. It stands for Mayo, Florida, a little town west of Branford which is west of Fort White. We went there yesterday evening for a second sales call of the day.
The tiny country church we visited was sitting on flat wide open rural land. Of course I had my handy camera with me since our trip to McIntosh in the morning, so I searched and searched for something to photograph. I didn't find much at that spot except clouds and trees and birds. So that's what it will be for today. Clouds and trees and birds.
clouds
trees
bird
However, on the way home from Mayo I got a passing glimpse of a neat old bed and breakfast. Traffic was behind us so I caught the picture on the go.
I want to wander in this old hotel one day. Maybe I'll pretend to be a curious guest. Or I might say, "I love this place. May I look around?"
This morning Truett and I were riding around on a narrow country road south of our house. As we were looking at the yellow flowers along the highway I spotted five little three-inch carcasses lying in the middle of the road. We figure they were possom babies that evidentally fell off the mother's back as she was crossing the road. Where was the mother's body? It wasn't in the road. I did not take a photograph because the sight of the bodies disturbed me. Now I'm thinking maybe an owl must have lifted her off the ground causing the five youngsters to land in the road. Otherwise, show me the momma.
I certainly will miss our little rides when I began school again.
Have a great day.
Great clouds and a wonderful hotel. Nice tour.
Posted by: Sherry | July 31, 2008 at 12:52 PM
I love the clouds photo, too, but that was a depressing possom story.
Posted by: merry jennifer | July 31, 2008 at 05:21 PM