Since I live in a small, but bustling little town, sometimes it’s easy to forget that I actually live in the country. Just a short drive way there are farms, roaming cows and people riding their horses down the road along side cars.
About 2 hours outside of town, there’s a farming community where the primary crops are watermelon and yellow melons (which are a lot like a honey dew). It’s a beautiful area to drive through, especially if the rain has started and revived all the vegetation after many long, dry months. There is about 3 miles of road, lined with farm after farm, surrounded by crops of bright yellow and green melons beneath deep foliage. Tucked away from the road there are cute, little country farm houses with laundry fluttering on the line and old farmers sitting on the porch in a rocking chair.
|Mmmmm, yellow or green, yellow or green??|
|Oink! Oink! Catch me if you can!!!|