Today was one of those poster child days in Kentucky, when all the daffodils are blooming, the lilacs are starting to bud and the tulip trees and forsythia are really showing off.

It was supposed to be a gray, tornado day, with rain showers and general negative depression all the way around. But, about 1:30 or so, the skies opened up to a bright robin-egg blue, the rain completely stopped, the sun came bursting out and I swear I could hear show tunes.

So, daughter and I went out to pick up some organic free-range hen eggs from a local farm and took the Jeep, rolling down one-lane Kentucky roads into deep country. Mud-slinging and marveling at how well the Jeep goes through clay-soaked pasture roads, we arrived at the farm, where we dropped off eight or nine empty egg cartons and picked up three dozen of the best tasting eggs on the planet. We saw barns and cows and horses and chickens and collie-dogs and it was just exhilerating to get out into nature and hear the birds and beasts.

I miss a lot of things about having a yard and a place to dig into the earth, but at the same time, I'm am glad I'm not out mowing and weeding. My two birdfeeders on the tree out front keep finches coming around, and Lord knows there's plenty of Amish buggies and trailer loads of cows coming through town on any given day. Getting in the Jeep and going anywhere brings me back to the country, and my wanderlust is abated for a while.