10/15-10/18
Friday we reluctantly said "so long" to Jack and Nancy and headed even further east into south central PA to see friend Bill Saganich. He and wife Yvonne bought this farm almost three years ago, but have yet to sell theirs in CT. Hence, Yvonne is in CT and he in PA-- a bummer. For us it was more hanging out in a wide valley surrounded by rolling hills, other farms and colorful trees. Love that front porch in the sun, putting my feet up with a glass of wine and a bowl of mixed nuts handy by.
A highlight was breakfast with Yvonne's mom Millicent and son Keith and wife Katie at the Wooden Nickle in Millersburg, and a home-cooked meal with the same lovely people around the table the previous evening.. Millicent is 88- for breakfast she had a western omelet, toast and a pancake, which inspired me to do the same without the toast. Yikes!
Being in PA made me homesick for the small towns with a vibrant downtown in walkable distance, houses with porches that abut the sidewalk, ( funny how I never noticed that while growing up but I do now.....) family-owned restaurants instead of chains, tree-lined sidewalks. The whole small-town ambiance that formed my childhood and adolescence-- I miss it.
One of Xian's highlights was chasing Bill's sheep around the fence and two farms over....lucky Bill has Gracie as his right-hand girl. Once pursued by Xian, the sheep kept wary eyes on his whereabouts at all times, and like the sheep they are, usually kept tight together and faced the enemy. ( We kept an eagle eye on him as well!) How could they possible know that Xian only loves the chase and not the kill?
Sheep are out!!
Sheep are comin' back in!
The intrepid Grace.
Intrepid (?) Clowns
Who watches whom????
Speaking of the boy, you will be glad to now that he finally settled down to traveling around about the Yellowstone visit. Bill noticed that if we kept the windows open in the backseat, he would go from window to window before chilling out. Yup, there he was, eyes asquint, hair blown back, ears flattened, lips a flappin' with a broad smile on his face! The demons that drove him to keep trying to jump into the front seat calmed down and reared their ugly little heads only once in awhile.
Monday the 18th arrived—our target date to be home-- so we sadly and abruptly re-entered the world of maniac cars and trucks, and hurry, hurry, hurry. Our one last stop to prolong that agony was at an Amish produce stand where we indulged in funny gourds, apple turnovers and some of the last home-grown tomatoes we will see until next summer.
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