That's right, we've been on the move again. And, once again, we are stuck back in the world of dial up internet.
We have ventured down to my Granma's house for the rest of our summer stay. As it turns out, the Bible Belt was not for Kyra or myself. Things were not as calm, peaceful or easy going as I had hoped when we first arrived. Someone reminded me, as I was packing my bags in tears, of the old saying "You can never go home." That saying turns out to be more true then I ever knew.
However, we have turned over a new leaf. We are amongst the acres of trees, cattle and horse land. We wander around feeling the cool breeze, basking in the radiance of the sun and, when the wind blows just right, the smoke and fog from the many forest fires. Granma's house truly is the land of easy living... or it is for me anyhow.
Granma's house is great. Jeremy is always begging to have us put in her will to get the house and land when she, um, you know... I remember as a child, we'd spend weekends and holidays walking through the woods picking up sticks. (and by sticks I don't mean the puny things, I'm talking about the huge tree branches and occasional tree that topple over) It was my Grandad's way of keeping the forest floor clear of underbrush and lessen the chances of fueling our own forest fire. Our payment for picking up sticks was always a night of roasting hot dogs and marshmallows over a fire made from the sticks we gathered.
Now its Kyra and the Babies turn to enjoy Granma's house. The Babies have acres and acres of fenced in land to run free. There is a swing set my Grandad built for us as children, a fish pond he made for Granma, and the hammock he would lay in for hours at a time. All of this, these glorious childhood memories, is at Kyra's hands to explore. May she love it as much as Granma and I do.