My family just spent two days in eastern Pennsylvania with my husband’s family. I like eastern PA. I call the entire eastern third of the state “Lancaster County.”
One of the things I like about it is that it has great barns and cool houses, very old, like this home with the massive wood beams and the chinking or whatever it’s called.
I like that at this time of year, we could drive to Middle Creek and see thousands of snow geese, migrating through the fields and looking like snowdrifts.
And I like being with my husband’s family. I like the good talks with his siblings and in-laws, and the great foods they cook, like saltine toffee and summery potato salad in March. I love that.
This time, Ryan’s mother took my daughter to a fabric shop, because it is Kelly’s turn among the granddaughters to select quilt fabric for her great-grandmother to piece in a French Braid pattern, and her grandmother to quilt. Kelly picked an ombre array of aqua and raspberry, which made us all sooo happy to look at.
Also I liked how the fabric scraps looked in the store.
I did not like spending a couple of nights in torment with this lil peanut here, who turned out to hate being away from home and wouldn’t settle for the night until it was technically the next morning.
But we are home. And it was good.