Old country roads remind me of walking to church come Sunday morning and walking back come Sunday night. They remind me of walking to the little country store with mama's list in hand. Those early morning walks to catch the school bus and walking back in home at end of day, stopping long enough take our shoes off and wade across the little creek come warm weather, is priceless. The fresh morning smells of honeysuckle, wild roses, mountain laurel or crabapple blossoms drifting in the spring…