There is a an old mill on the road to a friend’s house that I must have passed a thousand times. It’s a peaceful scene that never fails to stir something in my soul. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve said, “One day I’m going to stop and take a picture of this place.”
Well, “one day” happened this past weekend. Hubby and I were headed to the Apple Festival in search of some peach preserves, and we stopped on the way so I could take a few pictures in the early hours of the morning.
See what I mean about it being peaceful?
If I had a bucket list, I could now cross off -“Take picture of old mill.”
But it I had a bucket list, I think I’d have to add – “Go back to old mill and take more pictures!”
Seriously though, won’t this be a lovely scene when the leaves are in their autumn glory?