The other week as Nic and I were making one of our many trips back to Iowa from The Motherland, I was sitting in the passenger seat checking out the beautiful countryside.
I wanted to ask Nic to pull over so I could take a photograph of the frost kissed grasses gently swaying in the breeze, but it took a good three exits to work up the courage.
I laughed outwardly at myself as internally a battle was being raged over this simple request.
Don't do it. He'll think your turning into his mother. You are not Barb.
Who cares, it's a beautiful photo! Do it, do it, do it!
He will laugh at you. You are so turning into his mother.
But look at this beauty passing you by...
Hesitantly, I whispered, "Nic? I swear I am not turning in to your mother, but can you take the next exit so I can take a picture?"
He laughed, pulled over and allowed me to capture the beautiful countryside.
Thanks Nic.
And thanks Barb - you know you are my favorite mother-in-law.
Worth the stop! Those are beautiful photos. That is one thing I do miss about WI - frost. Its so dry here we don't get frost. Instead we get electrical shocks for just petting the cat!
ReplyDeleteThanks! and Ouch...poor kitty!
DeleteBut I am sure you'll take the shocks with mountain views over frost and Wisconsin views.
Gorgeous photos, Kier. Even of the beer can. :) Maybe a few more trips to the Motherland will be worth the photo-ops? :)
ReplyDeleteI didn't even see the beer can until I was hopping back into the car...love it!
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