This is Black Farm Road.
Black Farm Road is a very picturesque country lane that goes past equestrian stables and a dairy farm. I love how the trees canopy the road in the summer. In the fall, the riot of colors are stunning. This is one of my favorite country roads. Remember my cow photo from a previous post?
They call Black's Dairy Farm home.
On Ramah Church Road we find Ramah Presbyterian Church.
I love the simplicity of the architecture of this house of worship.
The original church was a log cabin built in the 1801
Across the street is the church cemetery with tombstones so old that the many of the names and dates have been weathered bare. It's a peaceful spot and I do enjoy looking at the old grave markers.
Yesterday, I tried to photograph the pygmy goats that live down the road from our neighborhood entrance. But, alas, they were hiding from me. That windmill is pretty cool, though, don't you think?
Here is a photo that I took a couple of years ago. So cute, don't you think? Who wouldn't smile upon those critters? I just love, love, love the pygmy goats!
And who could resist a smile as you pass the nearest roadside farmer's market?
Not I, that's for sure. So tempting they are that I had to actually stop and shop. At these roadside stands you select your produce and pay using the honor system. See that plastic container by the scale...that's where you place your money. Nothing locked. Nothing nailed down. Perfect example of faith and trust. Gotta love it. I think I'll have some fresh tomatoes with home grown basil on pasta drizzled with olive oil and a bit of minced garlic for lunch. Mmmmmmm. Can't wait.
And at the entrance to my neighborhood, my favorite Canadian friend stands guard. Several years ago he was struck and injured by a passing motorist and lost the use of his leg. He hobbled around, as best he could, for a few days. At that point he became weak enough so that a local veterinarian was able to capture him. The vet brought the goose into his clinic and began the work of saving this creature of God. His wounds were cleaned and I'm sure antibiotics were administered to take care of any infection. This proud gander, and his bride, return every spring to nest at our entry ponds. I smile whenever I see him for his life is the result of the goodness and kindness of others who had no expectations of anything in return.
As you can see, carpool is really a time of reflection on the beauty found in the simple things of life. I mentioned this yesterday but feel the need to repeat myself:
Isn't it amazing, the things you see, if you but take a look?
I am grateful that I was able to pay attention to my small corner of the world, sharing my photos and thoughts with you. Have a terrific Tuesday!