My granddaughter is hugely into rhyming these days so I think she would like the title of today’s post. I rather wish she had been with me during my drive-by shooting that inspired this post but alas she declined to go on a roadtrip with Nan.
So off I zipped alone down the highway southward. Past small towns and tiny villages all the while watching the various stages of harvest and arriving last in ranching country. Travelling definitely still has the same feel as Covid in the Rearview mirror and indeed numbers are even worse but still I carved out the time and made safe choices. Once again our premier has made terrible choices so we must all do our best to keep safe.
I could easily turn this into a rank against our premier and the anti vaccers but I can’t summon the energy. So back to the subject on hand; the blog prompt.
Visit with my momma completed, now settled quite well into long term care, I set off home. Blogging and the mural challenge not really even in my thoughts.
But driving into Avonlea I did a second take. Then I stopped and backed up on the highway (zero traffic) and did a rural vision of a “drive by” shooting of this mural on the side of the skating rink.
And maybe this mural has the message I needed to see. Time moves and we put one foot in front of the other. Minutes become hours, hours days and days years. Our choices define how we spend that time.
I think I missed the link up with natalietheexplorer Sunday Stills prompt. What’s the saying “a day late a dollar short?” Yeah that’s me lately.
Late breaking addition to the post. We went to vote this evening in an advance poll. It was an extra 13(26) kms away but there was zero line up and it felt like the best option (as in a mail in ballet would never have reached us in time from when we would have applied) from a pandemic point of view.
So adding in another rural mural to the post. The plywood base made really need “cloudish” spots on the blue.