After I left their house, I drove to a friend's house to visit and spend the night. It's always a delight to stop there. Even though she lives close to the interstate, when I am at her house, I feel like I am in the country. As I drove to her house, I saw fields of tobacco growing. It really is a beautiful crop. The leaves are full and green, with blossoms at the top. On either side of her house were fields of soybeans.
Her home is the house that she grew up in. Her parents have been gone for some time now, and she has remodeled the house to her fancy. Her dad's old barn is still there, as well as his old pick-up truck. Beside the house is the old tobacco barn that was used in years past.
One of my favorite things, besides visiting with my friend, is her cat, Fred. Fred came to live with her after she retired from her main job. They are quite the pair, and I love petting her. Fred is being pestered by a mockingbird who has made it his object to pester the life out of her.
After a good dinner, sitting out on her new patio and a good night's rest, I was on my way home to Florida the next day. Because I travel a road where there are not a lot of good places to stay, I stop in Kingsland, Georgia for the night instead of driving all the way home. The last two times I've stopped there, the desk clerks have said to me, "You have stayed here before, haven't you." I like that.
By the time I got home, I really wasn't all that tired. I hadn't driven a whole lot any one day, and traffic was light on the interstate coming home this time. That was a good thing.