Fall. The end of a growing season, the end of summer. I loved being home and working in my kitchen, a kitchen that Wayne built for me, that doesn’t move, has unlimited sweet water, a 4-burner stove, large storage capacity refrigerator and an oven that can fit a large turkey in it! Fresh sourdough bread, Poppy seed lemon and zucchini bread, raspberry walnut muffins – new recipes with fresh fruit and squash from the garden of Elaine & Bob – Devine! Time to move on from an 8-ball summer though. Don’t know if I ever mentioned it but during our walks on the road past the golf course, whenever we came across a stray golf ball lying in the weeds or on the road, we’d pick it up and take it with us to stash in a drawer in the garage. Don’t know what we’ll do with them, neither of us are golfers, but we’ve got a collection of golf balls we’ve picked up over the last couple of summers. This summer we managed to collect 8 balls in one day, on two different days – hence an 8-ball summer.
It was good to be back home again. I loved seeing friends and family but it felt like it wasn’t enough. There was never enough time. I can’t believe how quickly the summer passed. I didn’t get to see all the people that I wanted to, and those I did, well it wasn’t quite often enough. The grand kids are getting so big now. I can’t believe how Lyric and Sophia have changed over the course of a year. Zach and Blade still look the same – a little taller. Jesse and Tanner both have grown so much – more than a head taller – each of them. Hannah & Luke I hardly recognized.
The end of summer... Now the colors in the hills of home are at their peak. Here passing through Pennsylvania, West Virginia and into Virginia the mountains are in multi-colors and the air has a chill to it. There’s frost on the cars this morning as I look out of our hotel room window. Along with the color changes, the frost is a sure sign of season change.
The trip to Deltaville led us through some beautiful scenery. The trees are so full of color, the layers of the earth exposed in road cuts show undulating layers of black coal, gray blocky rock, and fissile dark brown layers all dipping and plunging down and up in vertical layers. Some of the layers look like someone had taken a carpet and pushed it so it was bunched up in twists and turns.
There IS still a Roy Rogers Restaurant left in the USA! Along the PA turnpike we spotted a service plaza with one! YEOW… you know I had to have Wayne pull off and into Roy Rogers! Home of the best beef sandwiches – not that processed stuff they serve you at Arbys. This is the real deal. They used to have awesome coleslaw and apple pie to go with it but not any more… but hey you can’t even find a Roy Rogers any more. Happy tummy…
We got into Deltaville around 6pm and unloaded a few things from the car. It looks like they moved us from our original position in the spring/summer - we’re not sitting on the same blocks and we’re further away from the power post to plug in for electricity. Interesting.
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