A Drive in the Country

On a beautiful afternoon on a mid November day calls for a drive into the country .
Sue said that she wanted a few more than her share of the yams that we took to mom last weekend, so we drove out of town to the outskirts of the rural central valley to the farm where they sell yams.

As we moved out to the McSwain area, the narrow two lane road heads for Gustine and the new houses dot the landscape with their 1-3 acre lots accompanying the homes. A few of them are in foreclosure just like over a thousand other homes in the city. Its cool to be out in the country to see the livestock, including a band new calf. Moma cow was taking good care of it. She was licking it for all she was worth.

The yam farmer has given up his cows although the cautionary sign to drive slowly so as not to scare the cows is still there. We know which farm is his because there is a sign out of the road that says yams for sale. Its hand written and pretty self explanatory. There is another sign along the two lane road that advertises upholstery work too. It is a little closer to town.

As we crossed over their little culvert over the irrigation canal. We pulled up to the modest home with a couple of welders going at it on the outside of the barn. Accompanying them was an black lab dog that was mildly distracted by the smell of something in the flower beds. We found out that his name was Clint. Sue tried to pet him and did but his main interest was something int he flower bed. As we pulled up They called the dog back and I rolled down my windows and told them that we were interested in buying some yams.

They called out to the older farmer in the house who was probably watching the game. They told us to drive on a head to the concrete slab. I did. The older farmer came out and asked what kid of yams were we looking for. Sue said the little dark red ones. He said that he was out of those but he had some others that might do. In the barn there various grades of yams in the boxes. Not knowing one from the other I called Sue out of the truck to take a look and choose which box she desired. She thought the 7 dollar yams were okay. He loaded us up and I paid him. He asked it the motorized chair was ours hanging off the back end of our expedition. I said yes. Sue has arthritis. He said we should get a "hemi" for that chair so that we could pop wheelies in it. We all got a chuckle out of that. He said that he knew several people with them. He said that we all may get down to using them later in our lives. He just wishes that he could stay as healthy as he is for another 20 years. Yep and who doesn't.

We took the yams and went to Home Depot and Costco before heading home.

Two outings on the same weekend... Sue thought she had a wonderful weekend. I am glad she could do that and that she thought that she had a wonderful weekend.

Love
Pat