The Farmer's Wife - Southern Edition

We arrived safely yesterday afternoon. It was what I call an up-and-down flight, only a little over an hour and a half from Chicago's O'Hare Airport to Little Rock. At this point I must comment on O'Hare. In addition to being one of the world's busiest airports it is also one of the cleanest and most modern. Little Rock's airport is very nice also and it's greatest beauty is the fact that it's small and you can get in and out in a flash. O'Hare is HUGE and you must allow goo-gobs of time before your flight. I'm sad to say that I'm old enough to remember when O'Hare was nothing but a national guard air base and a race car speedway! Yeah, THAT OLD!

While we're housesitting for our friends and caring for their beautiful rescued Greyhounds we have the use of their cars, including a candy apple red metallic PT Cruiser convertible. Yes, a convertible. I'll have to say that I look adorable driving that car. And here's the beauty of the internet, I can paint that picture in your mind and you can believe it (or not!). Hey, a person has to be allowed their dreams, right? We'll in my dreams I look adorable.

Old, but adorable.

I'm going to mention once again the thought that geographical areas have a certain scent, I'll call it the eau-de-locale. For me, the south is an earthy mixture of sand and pine needles. Very distinctive. It's very strong in the Florida panhandle and in parts of Alabama. Perhaps because I live in the rural midwest I'm immune to the "eau". Perhaps it's a blend of corn stalks and cow manure. HA!

At this moment I'm sitting in my friends office looking out the window at her gorgeous magnolia tree. The leaves are the glossiest green, as if they'd been carefully polished in the middle of the night. The bloom pods are the most interesting large oval shapes with overlapping layers, reminiscent of the cap of an acorn.

Ah.... acorns. That brings me to the subject of winter. I'm thinking this is going to be a fearful winter. The squirrels back in Illinois are engaged in frenetic nut burying activities. Honestly, I've never seen anything like it. They act as if they're hopped up on drugs. Everyone is commenting on this activity. Stay tuned. The snowblower has fresh gas and is ready to go. Hopefully we can hold off the snow until after Thanksgiving.

Mom and I had tater tots with chili and cheese at the local Sonic drive-in. To wash it all down I had an orange Creamsicle shake. I raised my glass and made a toast to you. This evening I'll do the same with a Tanqueray and tonic at the local watering hole where we'll meet up with some friends.

I hope everything is well in your world. Thanks for taking time out of your busy day to visit with me. I always appreciate your company!

P.S. Sorry, no photos. I don't have the capability to load and process photos on this computer. I'll attempt to paint pictures with words.