Showing posts with label pasture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pasture. Show all posts

Thursday, May 01, 2008

A day in Madison County

About 50 people came out at noon to participate in the National Day of Prayer. Surrounding the old courthouse, the group heard an opening prayer from Pastor Mike Sarna and then another pastor read the Governor Proclamation (sorry, forgot the pastor's name). We sang "America The Beautiful", broke into small groups, held hands, and prayed. "The National Day of Prayer Task Force's mission is to communicate with every individual the need for personal repentance and prayer, mobilizing the Christian community to intercede for America and its leadership in the seven centers of power: Government, Military, Media, Business, Education, Church and Family."










No, that's not somebody's laundry hanging at the old courthouse in the center of town. Each tiny tee shirt represents one child that had been the victim of abuse this year. Please keep in mind that the photo does not capture all the tees at either end of the line...

We all had lunch at Shady Oaks, a nearby down home cookin' place, and a friend and I went to a movie in Athens. Back at home later, my kittens look like they hardly missed me at all.













And the horse just wants to know: "who you lookin at?"

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Where do the buffalo roam?

In Comer, Georgia. This ranch has a herd of cows, a herd of goats, and, unbelievably, a herd of buffalo. They are rotated around, so I never know which herd I get to look at as I drive by on my way to the grocery store in Hull. The (large) grocery store is about 15-20 minutes away.

Most folks around here say they want to drive to where the stores are rather than ruin the rural character by having the convenience of the stores nearby. Each of the six towns in Madison County have their version of the Dollar Store and a small grocery store, and a few restaurants and gas stations. Enough is close by so you can scoot to the corner and get milk when you run out.

I admit, I don't mind driving the 15-20 minutes to the big grocery store once a week, because I'd rather see buffalo than neon.