Spring Morning on My Street
Don't remember where I was going, but it was a gorgeous foggy morning. This is a lane that intersects with my street. It is beautiful in all kinds of weather and I never miss a look at it as I roll by. I wasn't expecting it to be so nice on that day, but there it was. Years ago I used to ride my horse on this lane. Those were good times. Rio was young (so was I) and a bunch of us from the farm would saddle up early on Saturday morning and go exploring. I liked being trail boss and so did Rio. One time we had an early ride and when we returned, we had a fun country brunch - we drank cold Mimosas (vodka and orange juice?) and had fresh omellets and muffins.
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