Living in Buchanan, Georgia you are surrounded by farms with rolling pastures, barns, horses, plenty of cows and a few goats. Our farm is small compared to others but I have noticed a few little things that stand out to me from time to time. The rusty screw remaining in the old rotten bird house that I pass by while cutting grass. The sun light pointing out the mushrooms by the gravel road. The reflective water drops hanging from the Japanese bush after a summer rain. And, the occasional tiny visitors we have sun bathing on the warm bricks or seeking the coolness of the shaded grass.