First Day

Johnny and I left today: Tuesday the 30th. A bit delayed by this and that, but finally on our way. The photo was taken crossing the Mobile River Bridge in Alabama. Those puffy white clouds accompanied us for most of that first day and I found myself reciting the little poem my grandmother recited in response to this sort of cloud.

White sheep, white sheep,
On a blue hill,
When the wind stops,
You all stand still.
When the wind blows,
You walk away slow.
White sheep, white sheep,
Where do you go?

Christina Rossetti, 1830 - 1894