Thursday morning I drove down to the end of the
Except for a quick trip down here with my classmate Johnny Pugh back in March, I hadn't been in this neck of the woods since Blog Fest,
I was relieved to see that everything was just as I remembered it.
Only far prettier.
The greens and blues were so overpowering, I actually gasped.
Then, when a horse fly flew in the window I'd rolled down to take a few pictures, I screamed.
p.s. I only screamed when he landed on me. If you've ever been bitten by a horsefly, you don't need any explanation for that scream.
This concludes the third consecutive blog post involving insects or my screams.
Both are quite common here in Mathews.