… take time to notice all the goodness in between
Chances are, while you’re reading this, my boys and I are on the road, or at least preparing for the trip home from Granny’s house.
The trip always seems so much longer on the way back.
But you know what they say, “the journey’s half the fun.” So, while we pack up and prepare for the long drive, I try to mentally prepare myself to enjoy the ride. I say to myself, “don’t think of all the unpacking, and the laundry, and the list of to-dos and must calls, just be open to the bits of treasure along the way.
Here’s some of the wonderful things I might not have noticed on my way home from Dallas last week, had I not been looking for the surprises that highways and byways can bring:
I’m pretty sure that he had the right of way.
Do other states fly their flag as much? I think Texans are a particularly proud lot.
Just a Sunday stroll through the clouds.
In Italy, Texas, you can fill up your car, get a barbecue sandwhich and an Icee, do your Christmas shopping (think fig preserves, peach jalapeno jelly and Texas 1015 Onion Salad Dressing), and enjoy some live music, all at one service station. Brilliant!
Rural people are experts at using what’s available to create something entirely new.
I don’t even know what there is to say about that.
So, keep your fingers crossed, and lift up a little prayer that we have a safe trip home, and that we all take the time to notice the little glimpses of fun and beauty around us.









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The drive home always does take longer. And Texans do fly their flag more than any other state. No question. When I lived in Texas, I quickly learned that you were Texan first.
And what IS that building? Wow. Hope the trip home was both interesting and uneventful. Welcome back!
oh man, these are great!
I always think the trip home is faster. Huh. Glad you’re coming home, hopefully with lots of stories to share.
We should all have a cow in our yard.
safe travels!
The starship pegasus is pretty cool. But it looks closed?
Have a glorious trip!
I always think the trip home is faster, too. I’m always so anxious to get to the “vacation destination” that it seems to take forever. I’m the one saying “are we there yet?” Plus on the way home I am usually asleep
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