a visit to my grandma's

Last week I packed up the baby birds and headed down for an overnight visit with my grandma.

We basically just relaxed and enjoyed spending time with "Ma" as we call her.  We did spend some time enjoying the outdoors.

Playing in the leaves:



Finding pinecones for our "collection"

And I spent time just soaking in the details of Ma's house.

My grandparents built this house in 1971.  It's the very last house on a dead end road, several miles out of town in the county.  When they built, I think they were the only house out here.

The house is very rustic on the outside.  Lots of stone and wood.



The property backs up to some woods, and if you walk through the woods, you are right on Green River Lake.  My grandfather loved to fish and at one time, my grandparents ran the county boat dock on the lake.  I vividly remember Granddaddy cleaning and scaling fish on the counter in Ma's kitchen.  She tolerated that better than I probably would have!  Although I guess instead of fish scales, I deal with cow crap.

It is so peaceful here, like a retreat.  Whenever I visit, I always feel a sense of calm and peace.  So many of my best childhood memories are here as well.  This is where I woke up every Christmas morning until I got married.  We also spent quite a bit of time here in the summer.  My grandfather would always raise a huge garden, and I remember picking beans, and helping my grandma make pickles.

Granddaddy liked roses.  I remember during the summer there was always a rose or two in a vase on the kitchen table.

I could go on and on, and maybe in another post I will.

I know you're reading this Ma, so thanks for letting us invade your house whenever we like!
I love you!