Among the best things about driving the back roads of the South is the Boiled Peanuts. If you’ve never had them, you just don’t know. Salty and sweet; water trapped in the shell that needs slurping; mushy peanuts that are perfect, not disgusting as the word “mushy” might imply. Oh happy day.
Sometimes the boiled peanuts are at a roadside stand all alone. It’s all you need. Sometimes they accompany local produce. And then it’s a carnival of colors and sweet smells.
I happen to like the signs almost more than the produce itself. Simple, vibrant, truthful. And when produce rots it smells; when signs rot, they get better with age.
And let’s not forget the barns. The lovely, dilapidated, kudzu-covered, once-functional, easier-to-leave-them-standing barns. I truly will stop the card to admire them.
What catches your eye on a road trip?
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Hi Paula, the blog/website looks great. Congrats on your new adventure. I look forward to reading all about it — particularly your encounters with nature as that is my thing. While I don’t like boiled peanuts, I did see this a.m. on CNN(?) a feature about a woman who is taking dilapidated barns and making furniture with them. Cheers, Erin
Thanks, Erin! Barn furniture. ummmm.