Enjoying the journey

Travelling through central Georgia from Tifton to Columbus, I utilized Highway 82 to make a quick trip of it. Everything seemed very green from the recent rains. A multiplicity of greens rivaling Ireland in its lushness. There are a number of these four lanes across the agricultural center of our state, and signs for tomatoes and onions and peas and beans and every kind of locally grown vegetable and fruit. Then the promise of peaches and pecans in their season. Peanuts and melons. The fruits of the crimson Georgia clay. This is the sweet season in Georgia. Azaleas in bloom. Creamy dogwood blossoms. The lavender whisteria hanging from the trees in our backyard. The temperatures are moderate. Cool in the morning, warm in the afternoon. I blew down the highway and landed in Columbus about thirty minutes late. Not bad for a journey which was supposed to take me about fortyfive minutes longer. I was flying low below radar, apparently. I am glad I didn't see too many policecars along the way. That would have been an unpleasant interlude in an otherwise enjoyable afternoon. It ended with a tall amber beer and a chicken sandwich in front of two large screen televisions showing the Braves beating the Nationals in Atlanta and the Brooklyn Nets beating the Chicago Bulls in Brooklyn. Just another jaunt through the Springtime darkness between Columbus and Griffin, one and one half hours to home.