It is Saturday again, time for a boring post.
In April we drove through Tennessee on the way to Alabama in the nursing home. On the way home the next day we stopped for lunch. Our little country restaurant was nestled right in the hills. It was a beautiful locale.
Next door to the little restaurant, in fact, I noticed some cows.
I grew up on a farm and I often quiz my city boy hubby about the type of cattle we see. Angus. These were angus.