Hound dogs + Barefooted Little Boy + Lemonade sign scrawled on a Bud Light box = Country
Later that night, sitting out on the front porch listening to the peepers sing, my neighbor stopped over dragging her new boyfriend or boy friend, which I'm not sure. But said fellow had mixed up a lethal concoction of maraschino cherry juice and moonshine in a styrofoam cup loaded with ice. "Here try a sip and be sure and eat one of 'em cherries." Whoohee!
Front Porch Sitting + Moonshine + Neighbors = Country
Loafin' + Pretty Scenery + Wildlife + Garden Veggies = Country
That's how my weekend's shaping up. How 'bout yours?