Just outside his neighborhood last night, the air began to smell like pine trees and a neighbor was burning a pile of leaves, spreading the fragrance through the air.
I woke to the sound of rain on a tin roof. I had a breakfast of homemade biscuits and farm fresh brown eggs with side choices of sausage or pork tenderloin, white gravy, blackberry jam preserves or molasses. And now his niece is playing the guitar while Jamie sings along.
I think I would love him even if he were a city boy. But country has some nice benefits that you just don't get in the city.
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