After the fog lifted a few mornings ago we took a country ride on our favorite road. Not one where we don't know where we are if we had a flat or truck trouble and had to call for help. I could give directions even though it goes far into ranch land with cattle guards and cows on the road at times. It takes exactly one hour from time we leave home until the time we get back. We have seen wild turkeys crossing but not that morning. We saw a covey of Quail, one of my favorite birds. Like the way they run on the ground ahead of the truck for a while until they get tired and fly just high enough to get above the truck and land over the fence. We also saw two deer jump the fence, cross in front of us and jump to the other side. Such graceful creatures. We see several different unusual gateways which I've probably already posted here. I guess the most interesting thing we see is a burial plot in front of a home. It has a nice iron fence around it with probably space for about three more graves. It is in front of a home under big shady oak trees with a tombstone large heart on it. I would love to get out to read the inscription but feel it might be intruding so we just drive slow and look. I can't count the times we have traveled this road and I can enjoy it because we seldom meet a car so John can drive and I can look. The picture at the top does not pertain to that road.