A Spring Evening...

Driving slowly along the long, winding backroads, taking in the beauty of the the redbuds and dogwoods, blooming amongst the pines stretching toward the sky.   My honey is sitting next to me, our fingers intertwined on the console.   No radio blasting, no phones ringing.   Just words....a sharing of our hearts, our minds.  As we pass different farms, a mingling of smells reaches my nose.....cattle, fresh mown grass, the dust from the gravel road, blooming flowers.  His hand absently massages the back of my neck, relaxing away all the stresses and worries of the day.  Sharing plans for the upcoming week, my heart swells with the contentedness of this life I lead.     Aaaahhhh, a typical spring evening in the Ozarks.......