If you’re trying to figure out a music-lyric reference for the title of this post, I have to admit it exists. The phrase jumped into my subconscious from Fleetwood Mac’s “Big Love”. Wow. That one was buried deep.
This little farm sits on a hill overlooking a pretty darn rural vista. No power lines. None of those horrible subsidy-sucking wind turbines. Even the road is a long, long ways away. Perfect, as far as I’m concerned. And what a beautiful sunny day for a photo!