{The Winds Blow}

Last night I was on my way home from "my little speck o' farm" (more on that later) and the sun was going down . . .

A good song came on the radio . . .

I rolled down the windows. . .

I drove slow. . .

I could almost see myself driving the pink ride above . . . pardon the snow. . .

with bushel of apples in the back . . .

It's amazing what happens when you roll down your windows and let the wind blow. . .

Talk Later.

Love, Tonia