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| The pecan orchard is beautiful in the morning. |
Thursday morning the dog and I walked down to the pig farm. It was very comfortable with cool temperatures. As we walked down we passed through the pecan orchard on the right side of the road. The shadows cast by the morning sun through the trees were very long and eerie. The orchard when the grass is cut looks much like a park only there are no people there. As we walked along I began to hear a familiar roaring sound. It was a sound that I have come to know well after 13 years of living on or near a dirt road.
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| Our old buddy the road grader. |
The sound was coming from the big road grader that maintains all of the dirt roads in my part of the county. Although I do not know the name of the driver of the grader we are still friends who know each other. I wave as he passes and he waves back and continues on with his never ending task. When I was preparing to go to work I noticed the county dump trucks were hauling in red dirt which is what the roads around here are made with. The dump trucks put the dirt on the road and the grader smooths it out and then they repeat the process. The red dirt constantly washes down the road to the end that is lower and then it washes into the woods. Because the dirt won't stay where it is supposed to it must be constantly replenished.
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| Very small morning glory. |
We continued on to the farm and then turned around and were headed home when I saw several groups of pretty morning glory flowers in the brush. I thought the white ones were pretty because they are just so small. They are only about 3/8's of an inch across. All in all an enjoyable walk this morning. I hope that if you are able to walk that you will let me know what you see a comment. Thanks for reading my blog. Have a good day
