Roadies

Roadies is slang for — what else? — road pictures!  And I have so many to show you this week that I had to break it into two posts. That’s alright. Sometimes smaller doses of me are better anyway, don’cha think?

One night, instead of eating supper, we had ice cream instead. It reminded me of a girlfriend I had when I was growing up. Sunday afternoons seemed to be a good time for me to be able to get a ride to her house and spend time with her. Every Sunday they had their main meal at noon and for supper all they had was a big dish of ice cream! That was a-okay with me!

Smile A While, our local ice cream joint, had posted a picture of a Reese’s sundae on Facebook and I kept dreaming about it. “You can get a chocolate malt,” I tempted Mike, then I added the kicker. “I’ll even buy!”

So ice cream for supper it was! With social distancing, we had to sit in the car but we saw others sitting at the tables.

 We took back roads to come home and that’s were I got this first set of pictures.

Since Mike is getting the barn door put in, it was our job to get a piece of j channel. A trip to C. C. Allis, a lumber yard out in the middle of nowhere, nets this next set of road pictures.

  

The hillsides are just covered with Dame’s Rocket! Drive with your windows down and you can smell them!

Another day, another trip down our back-country roads, we went to Doan’s Greenhouse and guess where it is.

“Out in the middle of nowhere?” you guess.

Yep! You got it!

I had my heart set on getting some Mountain Laurel, a beautiful bush and the state flower of Pennsylvania. They didn’t have it.

“Any idea where I might get some?” I asked.

“Dushore Agway has more of those kinds of things,” she told me.

So this final set of pictures is from our trip to Dushore and home.

Dushore Agway has lots of bushes, including these blueberries, but no Mountain Laurel.

“Our vendor always says they have it,” the lady at Agway says. “But when my order comes in, it’s never there. They tell me that in order to get new plants you have to take a cutting from an older plant. People are taking too many from the same plant and killing it. Mountain Laurel is hard to find.”

“And yet the state can mow it down on the sides of the roads,” I said.

“It isn’t right,” she agreed.

Remember —

Don’t ever forget —

You are all in my heart.

Let’s call this one done!