Yesterday was a dreamy one.

A nearby country town held a town-wide yard sale, so over miles and miles of countryside Tom and I 'saled' through fields and farms and barns and old farmhouses and Australian Shepherd dogs on porches. We've lived in this area for 16 years and we never tire of miles of 1800's houses, all styles, and cute garden sheds and picket fences wrapped around gardens. How lovely that so many people still hold deeply to a respect for the old days and old ways. Many of these farms are well-kept, allowing us glimpses of what we would have seen while tooling around in a horse and buggy in 1900.

We love that.

Our favorite yard sale was at the decrepit farmhouse of two little old ladies, sweetest things ever, who had priced all their cool old stuff so cheaply... a quarter here, fifty cents there. I would take pictures of what we bought from them, but Tom and I are headed out this morning for another town-wide yard sale at a different country town.

We stepped into dark, dusty barns and inside an aging Victorian and into garages and gazebos. So much stuff and we wanted to hurry to see it all, but Time out in the countryside slows one down. Perhaps it is the silence.

We ate lunch at the most old-fashioned diner, probably served food there 50 years, where our waitress reminded us both of a young Flo from Mel's Diner. Or Fannie Flagg. The food was cheap and great and the waitresses called many customers by name, names like Mr. Walter or Mrs. Evans. I sat there sipping my decaf, listening to Life in that place, smiling.

And after hours and hours of tables of old treasures and dusty brown and green books we traveled home and arranged our new finds in our own house and barn.

Happy sigh... How nice to still have days like that one, trips to places where many people believe no longer exist. Let them think what they will while Tom and I keep enjoying our travels back in Time.