Yesterday evening after a somewhat muddly day I drove over to a small American midwest country town, that has a real live Italian chef, to buy some good pizza for this New Zealand farmer to take back home to my prairie kitchen for dinner. Some days it is such a relief to leave the dinner to someone else.
These were the skies I drove under.
Then the return trip travelling West 30 minutes later (I treated myself to one very nice glass of wine sitting very happily all alone at the little bar – the Italian chef’s wife knows her wines!).
Just BooBoo and I and a big, big sky.
I hope you have a lovely day.