No Place Like Home

I was talking with a friend about our recent trip up to see my folks in Elmira and found myself on the receiving end of sympathy. "Wow, that's a long drive," she said, shaking her head.

And she wasn't wrong... it IS a long drive.

But I had to correct her anyway. Because for me, a trip home to visit my parents is dependably restorative. We drive up at night, and I spend the whole time listening to music or thinking... it's usually not too stressful. Once we're there, we can count on lots of love, great food, some real work, and some serious down time.

 New raking technique

 Grandpa's chair = the best

Still life time

My favorite woodcutters

So yes, it's a bit of a drive. I'll be happy if and when my folks move a little closer to the Delaware Valley. But in the meantime, just for the record, we still feel like we're living the good life!