This morning as we drove on the Indiana Turnpike headed east to attend a wedding of the daughter of some very special friends, we were driving into a beautiful sunrise. It was breath taking. As we drove along early in the morning, there was a light fog coming off some of the fields, it was so serene with just Becky, Jennie and myself in the car. It made you only want to whisper as we talked about the beauty. Sometimes in western Montana, we think we have the corner on the beauty of what God has made. But here we were, some 2000 miles east and His creation here is as stunning as back home in Montana. Jennie and I have similar backgrounds and as kids were around the hay fields of Wyoming and Montana. Earlier in the week as we were driving through North Dakota, there were farmers out cutting hay, and there is nothing like the fragrance of freshly mowed alfalfa early in the morning. It sent us both back in time when we were kids on our respective ranches during haying season. We both lost about 55 years or so and there we were, reminiscing as kids in the hay fields early in the morning. Last fall we were blessed to take a trip to the Deep South and to see so many beautiful areas that we had never seen before, and now we get to see Pennsylvania and the spectacular tree covered hills in their summer glory. What a privilege to live in and to get to tour this beautiful land we call home.
God bless America, land that I love,
Stand beside her and guide her
Through the night with a light from above.
From the mountains, to the prairies,
To the oceans white with foam,
God bless America,
My home sweet home
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