Bright orange pumpkins lined the gravel drive. Rainbows of apples were stacked challenging any customer not to carry them home with a chubby pumpkin underarm. Parker’s Orchard fruit stand, located in the Brushy Mountains of North Carolina, is the quintessential Americana country shop.
I’m emerging from sewing 700 tags on t-shirts to share a bit of vacation I am longingly remembering from last week. Bear with me, I tried my best, but 28 pictures is my edited group.
Tell me about vacation. I like to go on vacation. I like to play fun things on vacation. The telescope on the playground is fun. I like to watch movies here and play in the bunk beds. I like to go swimming. Cereal bars are really good.
Relaxed. Someone told me it is Monday, I don’t feel it. Reality is supposedly back but my mind is still accepting the golden haze and lavender scents of last week. All that is floating around me – hungry babies, dinging e-mails, dirty floors, are not affecting me in the stressful grip they often do. I…
Dogs have this keen awareness about some things and absolute disconnect with others. For example, Toby, my yellow-lab-German-Shepard, believes that any doorbell, no matter if it is ours or one hosted via the television constitutes the best and most robust bark that surely will scare anyone away. Yet, his uncanny ability to know when I…