Another Reflection

 In keeping with previous Thanksgivings, we made the short 30 mile journey to the gathering place, a step back in time, no internet (but yes, running water and electricity).

Each year I walk around the pond above and at least once make a right down a path, a road I guess you could say.

 Each side dips down 10-12 feet where water once stood. Then I take a left on this path.  No house in site at this point. An occasional sound from a car heading down the highway not too very far off. Otherwise, just nature. How do you describe the crisp yellow leaf fluttering in the middle of a shrub entering into its winter sleep?

 This section of the farm has always been my favorite. When I first started joining the family out here, I told Will how great it would be to have a path, leading off this path, back through this swampy area, a cabin with a screened porch (gotta keep the skeeters away) and a black belly stove to keep you warm in the winter. A rocking chair. A shelf full of books. A comfy bed. That is all.  Well, some food I suppose...

 The water is dried up due to the drought, but even so, I think a little hideaway spot, back away from it all would be absolutely wonderful!

Simplicity...

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