(From my sweet Mom’s photos)
The boys and I hit the road last week. It takes a full 4 hours to drive to Granny’s house (yep, we really call her that), and that’s not counting DQ breaks, Goodwill forays (even the boys got into scouring each town for sight of one), or potty stops. Let me tell you though, when the first of those pine trees comes into view, it makes every second that I spent hearing “how much longer NOW?” while going no more than 2 miles an hour behind this guy:
They sing to me, those trees. You know, Rock-a-Bye Baby? Well these are my treetops.
When we arrived, my James said, sucking in deeply, “Just smell that country air!” Where’d he get that?
We rambled in the woods (“Mama are there THINGS in these woods?”)
We examined closely all the flowers in Granny’s garden. Her hydrangeas are circus big!
We picked peaches and blueberries at Promise Land Orchard
We stuffed ourselves with “Peacha Pawbler.” That’s Peach Cobbler, for those of you not well versed in Ryder-speak. It’s so stinking cute, the way he says it, that we all sat around the table saying, “this is so good! What was it called again?” He won’t say it now. He’s on to us. (Check back later this evening or tomorrow… I’m hoping to add the SUPER simple recipe over on the side bar.)
The boys went to sleep to the sound of cicadas, and the cackling of two old hens, catching up and stitching away. 🙂
I accomplished a few of these for our upcoming craft show debut:
And I learned to make Granny Squares from a real live Granny!
Those will get made into afghans for the boys’ beds.
And I think maybe, just maybe, I breathed deeply enough, sat quietly enough and soaked in enough of the country that I might make it until fall when the apples are ready for picking. Or not 🙂