Mama said ther'd be days like this,  ther'd be days like this.....

Singing in the rain, just singing in the rain. What a glorious day the Lord had made and we drove right through it. Beautiful high ceiling clouds building white, grey, and black across the beautiful green plains of Illinois.

I love the look of the red barn against newly plowed fields in fresh spring time rains.

Nope that's not red barn on rolling fields that's the beach, the sun, and warm weather. I guess it will have to do. Heading over the river and through the woods to Moms house we go. I wonder if those bucolic red barns next to the classic white farm house have owners who long for pictures of the city?