by waaytoomuchintothis » Sat Mar 10, 2018 12:02 pm
LOL! "Cloud Races" That's what we called it when we took our girlfriends way out in the lower pasture to lay down on a quilt. Start by watching the sky, betting which cloud would move furtherest, fastest, then sooner or later, naturally, we looked at each other. Ahhh, the scent of dried out manure... and smiling farm girls with big blue eyes.