On Goldenrod Pond

Today was chore-filled. Both Jilda and I had long lists. We often tackle them together, but we needed things a Costco and that store is 50 miles away. 

We decided to divide and conquer. Jilda compiled the list as we sipped our second cup of coffee. A short time later, I was on the road.

The good thing about getting at Costco early is that it's not nearly as crowded. I've learned the layout to the store and picking up the things we needed was a seamless experience. There was one snag. A story ran in a national magazine about Conecuh Sausage. When I approached the cooler there I had to stand in line to get ours.  

On the way home, I passed the pond not far from our house. I spotted color out of the corner of my eye. When I looked in the mirror, there wasn't a car behind me, so I backed up. Sliding the gearshift into park, I left the engine running and stepped out.

I moved around a bit trying to find the right angle. This one suited me. I call the picture "On Goldenrod Pond."  I know it's lame playing off the title of Henry Fords last movie, but I couldn't help myself.

Both of us are tired this evening. Chances are, bedtime will come early night tonight.