Perfection is not truly attainable. But, yesterday was pretty close. Started the day off with low temps, cool breezes and doors to this old house open wide. That beautiful weather hung around all the live long day.
Right down the road, I came across a tobacco field in the process of being cut. By days end half of the field was finished. Really a lot of work. The plant is cut, put on a stick, and will be hung in the barn to dry.
The evening had me at a local Bluegrass festival enjoying the likes of JD Crowe and the New South.
A sunset on the way home just topped off the day.
Not perfect, but pretty darn close.