Wow, what a day!

After getting home from early Church, I saddled Blue up and rode in the pasture.  His feet, which had refused to grow for so long, seem to be in need of a trim, finally.  For some reason he is shedding early this year;  when I curried him, handfuls of hair were coming out, as though it were spring.

At 11:30, Cliff and I got on our other "Blue", the Honda Gold Wing, and headed to his sister's house.  After eating corn bread and beans there, we all headed out for a ride, with temperatures heading toward sixty.

We made a stop at Powell Gardens, since the admission fee is very low this time of year.  I can see how it would be breathtakingly beautiful when flowers are blooming, but, as Cliff said, "It's a place where city people can get a taste of the country."

He's right.  And there's no need for folks like us to pursue such places, since we have our own nature gardens at home.

We didn't spend a lot of time there, because we were all anxious to be on the road again.

Cliff and I put another 100 plus miles on the motorcycle.

After coming home, I made potato soup, and the troops all came for supper... troops meaning my daughter's family and Pat and Charlene, who went home and got their car before rejoining us. 

Finally, with everyone gone home, I wrote my daily poem and sang my daily song... plus another one.

Another good day.