Tim and Denise live up on a ridge overlooking a valley that is dotted with century's old farmhouses made of local stone and tidy farms tucked in between rolling fields. The view from their front window is of the Blue Ridge Mountain....pretty awesome view if you ask me.
The Appalachian Trail runs along that mountain ridge and hikers can be seen almost all year long as they head into the little town where I grew up to buy supplies.
But I have to confess that the main reason I traveled so far from my very own farm was to spend a few days visiting my Aunt Gladys. She's been battling cancer for over a year now and even though Joel and I tried various times to make the trip north, something always seemed to intervene. Remember the snow storms of last winter? Yup, each time we set up a time to drive up there another snow storm stopped us before we even left our farm. And then Spring came and our farm burst into a frenzy of activity. I made the trip alone because Joel needed to stay behind to feed the pigs and chicks and water the garden for me.
Yes, I will always be glad that the timing for this particular road trip was so opportune and that I had one more chance to spend some time with my favorite Aunt. Heaven just gained the best Pennsylvania Dutch cook that ever was.....
Debbie