Old Dirt Road

We spent the weekend on the farm with the family. Each time we approach my parents house we travel down that "old dirt road". Coming down the road the red dust billows up around the car as we approach the house. The smell of fresh-cut hay mingles with smell of an approaching rain storm to provide a refreshing and soothing aroma. The tractors in the field work like ants in their ongoing task of tilling the soil adding to the visual experience. It reminds me of growing up along one of these roads.

We did so many activities on the "old dirt road" when I was a kid. We road ATVs up-and-down them doing "fish-tales" and throwing dust. Sometimes we played in the gravel with our shovels and rakes. We also peddled our bicycles furiously to power through the soft sand. We even took the long walk to the neighbor's pond to go fishing. There was no limit to the fun that we had.

When we get to the farm we remind Zachary to stay out of the road to avoid passing cars and farm equipment but few things are more relaxing than taking a stroll down the road as a family. We enjoy the wildflowers growing in the bar-ditch and sometime Zachary stops to pick one. We notice tracks that deer and birds have left in the red dirt. Sometimes Zachary stops to pick up sand and let it trail down through his fingers. It reminds me of similar walks that I took with my parents. I love that "old dirt road."