Heading further south into the county tonight, I was in no hurry.

I crossed Greater Alamance Creek and looked left, down stream, and thought, “What a beautiful evening for a canoe trip.”

I passed a freshly cut hay field near Mt. Hermon Church and noted it would be baled by end of week so I need to call Rusty tomorrow so I can begin refilling the loft.

Many pick-ups were in my view as I drove. I do truly enjoy the sight of a pick-up.

I turned onto Friendship-Patterson Mill road and as I crested the hill above Cedarock, the bright, warm sun welcomed me. It was a beautiful sight.

Now I watch boys, playing or learning, I can’t tell. I appreciate not knowing.

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