Monday, October 13, 2014

Appalachian Autumn

We had a week away, driving for miles through the autumn colored Appalachians and visiting good friends. 

We had a wonderful time, betting on the horses while sitting under parasols in a premier box at the finish line. We dined at The Club and had an incredibly informative personal tour of a racehorse breeding farm.

We rode a three car ferry across the Kentucky River. We shopped, visited the Shakers and ate, ate, ate. Of course there was a beer and bourbon tour -- it was Kentucky after all -- and we got quite mellow.

Becky's gardens are delightful. It's a country garden, four acres of ever changing shrubs and trees and flowers integrated with the wild forest around their hilltop estate. And we ate from her extensive vegetable garden, but the prized paw paws, the first ever on her small trees, were stolen in the night by some critter before I even saw one.

And when we returned home, tired and road weary, I looked up as we entered the driveway, and thought how nice our own place looks.

It's good to be home.

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