Every now and then, I detour a couple miles out of my way when I drive to town.  It’s so worth it.

That’s a little old house in the distance, now used by a group of trail riders as a meeting house in the warm-weather season. Wind-blown soybeans are in the foreground.

Just a couple days ago, huge hay rounds dotted this field. I missed them, but the pic is still pretty, especially with the stormclouds moving in.

The yellow sign in this one says “NARROW BRIDGE.” They aren’t kidding. It’s one of those almost 1.5 lane bridges, all stone, and should have probably been replaced twenty years ago. And that shallow valley and all its fields was completely under water during the last flood.

And on the way home after dinner, the sunset.