Horse Apples! and Fishing poles

This past weekend it was time to drive up and see my sister and my niece.  Often, well actually except for the females out here in blog land they are my only girl friends.  I was in dire need of girlfriend time.  


While I was driving toward the interstate the road goes down Old Hickory, yep named for President Andrew Jackson.  This road is so strange it doesnt really connect it just seems to show up all over different areas of the city.  Any way it winds past some very beautiful homes.  The front yards are actually pasture for the cows or their horses.  I dont really think who lives there takes care of the animals they just use them as props and hire someone to look after them.   But it does make for a very nice drive toward I24 from Nashville to Chattanooga.


Several of the pastures were covered in horse apples.  I never see these things except in Nashville.  As soon as I saw them I am transported to younger days, to days when "sleeping genius" and I were kids, young teens.  I can remember thinking they would be fun to throw and getting sticky that seemed would never come off.

My really awesome camera is broken so I am borrowing this picture from another, John Chandler.

As I road down the interstate towards Manchester the rain was falling and it was cold, very dreary looking.  Personally I find Tennessee very ugly in the winter. Their winters are real and they start about now and they get very cold for a very long time.  This point I am thankful to be headed further south, when a car passes me on the left.  It is a compact car with a solo driver.  The back window there is the top of a fishing pole slightly bent.  Obviously the hook is pulled and tucked to hold it and the little float is visible.  

Again, I never see fishing poles around here in the Atlanta area.  They are always handy to drivers in Nashville area though.  Never know when you will see a pond holding fish just begging to be caught ya know!

Nashville well it is a nice place to visit.  Actually very nice things to go visit.  Nashville was my home though for 20 years.  Those years are not really good memories outside of my family.  Kids were cruel and my family was too busy dealing with real life to worry about the kids and how they were treated.  I was thrilled to get out of the city except I did miss my momma sooo much.  My chest gets so heavy as soon as I hit the area.  My asthma is obviously worse, my anxiety, my fears.  But my sister and her niece are still there and I love them.  They are too frightened to drive down here.  They have a phobia for just about everything outside of their small circle of life.  

This past Saturday it was so nice to be leaving.  It was nice to see the horse apples and the fishing poles and see the uniqueness of my life in Nashville.  To be leaving was very nice.