Silage...

…. Well, THAT was a civilized way to spend an afternoon, gentle reader…. I have to hand it to the fine folks at Hunter’s Bakery and Café…. They certainly know how to cook up an enjoyable meal… we were never rushed, attended to very well, and treated to some of the sweetest iced-tea that I’ve ever tasted that wasn’t homemade…

… the drive out to Sweetwater was excellent as well… I turned off the beaten path in Englewood and spent the next twenty minutes gliding through the farming country…. Rolling fields of sweet corn – half of which were freshly mown for silage… and the rain that we’ve gotten over the past three weeks even allowed for a second cutting of hay in quite a few fields…. and still other fields were overrunning with soybeans……

… large fields, many over 100 acres….. some much, much larger than that… bordered by the curvy, 1 ½ lane of slick, black tarmac…. weedy ditches that needed trimming, rusting barbed-wire attached to fragile, graying fence posts, or treelines of young cedar trees where ancient fences had once stood – these were their other borders….

…. Even with the top up on a ragtop, smells can still seep through…. so we were all treated to the syrupy, sticky smell of the ground silage during the ride… where the sap, flesh, and fruits had all been chipped & chopped…. the sweet smell of life..

…. just a ride through the country on a sunny afternoon…. the promise of fine food at the end of the trail making the whole ride just that bit more full of excited anticipation……

…. and we were not disappointed once we arrived…..

…. Coming back, I took a different route…. no less rural than the other road, just a different trail leading away to the southeast…. winding its way from town to farm, from farm to farm, from one county to the next… and it was just as pleasant..

…. I should go back on Monday with the top down and take some video……

…. But as for me now?.... it is time to retire for the evening…… it is just after 7pm and my patio is purring to me of dreams that she promises I will dream if I nap on her….. and honestly?.... how could a man turn down an offer like that?....

by Eric on July 21, 2007 | Bullshit (5) | TrackBack (0) | Thinking
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Surely, somewhere mixed in with the syrpupy, sticky smell of silage and young cedar trees, you must have caught at least a wee whiff of cow shit.

Bullshitted by Jimbo - PRS on July 21, 2007 08:42 PM

Reminds me of many long country drives with my dad - he always did and still does, love those long country roads. Sometimes when I was a kid they were "boring" - now I LOVE to do exactly the same thing.

Bullshitted by Chickie on July 22, 2007 09:05 AM

Now I wanna take a road trip...boo work.

Hope your nap went well, and that your promised patio dreams were all you imagined they could be. What kind of dreams exactly does a Patio promise?

Bullshitted by Mia on July 22, 2007 11:33 AM

You took the road less travelled and that made all the difference.

Bullshitted by porkchop?? on July 22, 2007 08:43 PM

it is just after 7pm and my patio is purring to me of dreams that she promises I will dream if I nap on her….. and honestly?.... how could a man turn down an offer like that?....

Blowjob?...

And no, that's not a proposition, that's a swag at an answer to you question.

Bullshitted by RedNeck on July 22, 2007 10:05 PM