With the recent break in the heat (but not the drought), Jan and I went to Rogersville Saturday morning. We both commented how wonderful the change in overall temp was. Some of the fields showed a bit of green while others were still of a golden, dried up hue.
This weeping willow was not showing any signs of stress in spite of the fact that most of the yard was burned to a crisp
It was good to be back out after a break of four weeks.
We explored down this side road from off of county road D to an isolated cemetery.
We stopped at the Hardy’s in R-ville and conversed with other riders that we met. It was here while eating an energy bar [that wasn’t even tasty] that I lost one of my crowns. At first I thought it was a piece of a walnut, but soon realized the truth. At least I didn’t swallow it, thank the Lord! And no, there will be no picture of said crown. It was bad enough to haul it home in my jersey pocket.