A photo from the road, somewhere in the middle of Iowa. Have you heard this song before? If not, I recommend it.
This is how it starts…
I’ve never had a way with women, but the hills of Iowa make me wish that I could,
And I’ve never found a way to say I love you, but if the chance came by, oh I, I would.
But way back where I come from, we never mean to bother,
We don’t like to make our passions other people’s concern,
And we walk in the world of safe people, and at night we walk into our houses and burn.
– from Iowa by Dar Williams, (on iTunes)
97/365: I-80, somewhere in Iowa
I’m behind on posting because we’ve been on a little road trip! Early Friday morning, Brad & I hit the road with the tree in tow and headed for Nebraska City.
I’m pleased to report that the tree is FINISHED (No pics till the public unveiling on April 20th…) and after months of planning, work, and no small amount of angst, we were ready for a sigh of relief and a little celebration.
April in Omaha offered us all the charm of spring and a chance to eat, drink, and be happy just being together. Cheers to that!
96/365: brad, omaha