>> Saturday, July 24, 2010
I’m going to take y’all on a small tour, forgive the photographs I am not skilled at taking photos. Plus all the photos you are about to enjoy are taken from my car going like 50MPH.
“Look, horses Maggie what do horses say?” “Moooooooo”
I really like the old beat up old houses, reminds me of growing up. (No Mom I’m not trashing my childhood again)
Now here we have our local Dairy farm, at the local stores you can buy the local milk, for 5 times the price of milk shipped in from like, I don’t know, Canada.
In our family we have a disagreement about what is under the white plastic.
I say its cow dung, because it stinks to high heaven, when you drive by you wish you could cut off your nose and leave it at home.
Milk cows, which make the high priced local Milk.