E-Excellent

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This is my version of the A to Z challenge.

 E

Excellent

Meaning: Of superior quality; remarkably good

I love spring.  It’s my favorite time of year.   Yesterday was an Excellent, Perfect Spring Day.  Driving East on 20, the sky was a brilliant blue.  Its’ 70 degrees and I’ve got my favorite Oldies station blasting on the radio as I cruise in the sunshine.

As I left the city of Dallas behind me, the asphalt around me shrank.  It went from 5 lanes to 3, to 2.  The landscape spread out before me.  I saw fields of green, barbed wire fences and cattle.

Among the green fields were these amazing patches of dark blue, orange/pink and white.  The Bluebonnets are in bloom.

A Bluebonnet flower all by itself may not be very impressive; it is a very small flower.   But when you see millions of them interspersed with the green of the fields, it takes your breath away.

“Stairway to Heaven” came on the radio. How long had it been since I’ve heard THAT?  I cranked it up and belted along, surprised at how much of the words I still remembered!

I was having a Grand time!   I took a deep breath as I looked around me.  I was determined to soak in every minute detail.

Another delight in front of me….  I now saw millions of these small orange-ish/pink flowers!  They stood out brilliantly against the dark green of the carpet they were growing from.

I remember my Mom talking about the flower, the Indian Paint Brush.  That’s what these looked like.  But I couldn’t be sure as I whizzed by on the freeway.

Then there were white and pale pink Morning Glories.  Beautiful in their own right.

I even smiled at the cattle in the fields as I drove by.

My little adventure this day was a trip to Canton, Texas.  Not a big deal to most, but a step I needed to take.

Canton has an event they call First Monday.  Its a huge flea market of sorts.  First Monday spans a huge amount of real estate.  There are hundreds of vendors.  I had always wanted to go, but never had, until yesterday.

As I neared Canton, I saw a billboard that told me that Canton’s First Monday was 10 miles ahead.

I turned off of 20 and headed South toward the town of Canton.  As I entered the city limits, I discovered that Canton is a small town.  It has a population of about 3400 people.   There were signs along the way leading me to the First Monday grounds and parking.

I pulled into the West gate and paid a man $5.00 to park in a grass field.  Looking out in front of me, it was a Long Walk to the actual grounds.

I’m sure that this was no different than many flea markets, trade days, etc., that most of us have been to.  Except that this one was Huge!  So I am not going to go into much detail as to what I saw there.  Suffice it to say that I saw every gee gaw, nick nack, antique, new and used, handmade item that you could imagine and some you can’t.

I wasn’t really focusing on the items around me, but the people, the smells and the sights.  I wandered through the booths and people on this Perfect Spring Day, just taking it all in and enjoying the moment.

I had no particular direction or purpose in mind and that in itself was a liberating feeling.  I just walked.  I turned left when I wanted to or turned right when the notion struck me.

I smelled carnival food.  Corn dogs, funnel cakes, hot dogs.  My stomach growled.  I hadn’t eaten since early that morning.  So I followed my nose to the food stands.  I ordered a hamburger and fries and sat at a picnic table in the shade.  What I got for my $8.00 was a hamburger bun with a small slab of ground beef on it.  That and a handful of cold French fries.

It didn’t matter.  I sat at the picnic table and looked around me.  There was a slight breeze and the sun was starting to warm you up just a little, so the shade was welcomed.

Every walk of life was represented here.  I especially got a kick out of the dog owners I saw.  Dogs on leashes, dogs in strollers, dogs in back packs & front packs.

I ate my tasteless burger and as I left the shade of the picnic tables, I tossed my cold fries into the garbage.

I began my wandering again.  I saw a very attractive man in a cowboy hat.  Looked for a wedding ring and seeing none, decided to follow him just for fun.   After a little bit of aimless wandering, I turned off and lost him in the crowd when some nick nack caught my eye.

By now I was hopelessly lost.  I had no idea what direction my car was in.  I started heading in the direction that I thought it was in.  After a lot of walking, I finally gave up and asked directions.

Walking back to my car, my legs hurt, my feet hurt, but I was happy.  I found my car, pulled out of the grassy field and headed North, back toward hwy 20.

My little adventure had been a success, as far as I was concerned.  My next visit, I would be better prepared.  I would pack a lunch! I spent all of $22.00 including my parking.

As I headed West, I continued to see the pretty spring flowers I had described earlier.  I pulled off at a truck stop and took a couple of pictures of the orange/pink ones.  Up close, they are beautiful!

Continuing toward home, the asphalt started to grow around me.  The lanes multiplied as did the traffic.

I pulled into the driveway with a sigh.  I was tired and it was good to be home.  I can’t remember the last time I had walked that much.

It had been an Excellent, Perfect Spring Day.

 

 

About Penny Lane Writes

I'm a Freelance Writer that writes in several genres. I've been blogging for more than 5 years and have a growing following. I am working on 2 novels that I hope to have completed in the near future.
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