Don’t you just love a quiet Saturday afternoon when nothing is planned?
That happened to us yesterday. We didn’t have to be anywhere! So, we went somewhere. About noon, Little Bit and I took off down a gravel road near our house.
By the time 6 p.m. rolled around, we’d been in 3 different counties, crossed numerous creeks, saw a cellar practically sitting on the road, went to an amazing roadside park, and stopped at several cemeteries including the one where Laura Ingalls Wilder, her husband Almanzo, and her daughter Rose are buried.
As we made our way towards home on some lonely highway, the sun tipped her hat to say good night. Just then, I saw the most glorious thing:
Clearly abandoned long ago, it didn’t seem to be bothered by the fact that, except for a few cattle grazing nearby, it stood alone, quietly on the hill.