I tasted a little pie, too. Heavenly!
They make fresh strawberry milkshakes. Slurp!
The stand is surrounded by fields of corn. The valley hosts such bounty. I love my homeland.
Do you have a lake nearby? We have reservoirs, not lakes (sad for this Washington lady). Even so, I should call a friend and acquaint myself with the closest body of water. There are trails and many nature views. Back to the lake . . .
Here's a nice old tree near the lake shore.
Does it remind you of Joyce Kilmer's poem? I'll leave you with it, good poem-lover. Bye!
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.