After a good ol’ country Thanksgiving meal, I slipped out for a little solitude time on Pappy’s farm. There’s an old saying, you can take the gal out of the country but you can’t take the country out of the gal. No truer words have been spoken. There’s just something about open fields, weathered wood, rusty metal, rambling brooks, song birds and even cow pies that put this country-turned-city-turned-southern-fried-gal’s soul at ease.
I spent a little time turning the Alma Pizza Parlour into mass chaos with this rambunctious crew the weekend after Thanksgiving. Time with family and tasty pizza did not disappoint.
And when I wasn’t being a responsible wife and mother (of course) I spent way too much time on this…
Now that I’ve got that mystery solved, I can return to the not-so-regularly scheduled posts for December. Carry on!
~Southern Fried Gal