Last night Annie received an impromptu invitation to go to West Virginia this morning with her friend and neighbor, Molly, and Molly's mother, (and my friend) Marcia. I just put Annie in the car, had a few heart-tugging goodbye moments and she is on her way. It's 400 miles of driving today and they'll be gone for one week. A few days in a beautiful cabin, and the rest in an old Southern mansion on 30 acres of untouched land, owned by Marcia's family since 1929. The way Marcia describes the place reminds me of summers from several great novels I've read: pond swimming, frog catching, sitting on a porch swing drinking lemonade and watching the long and slow-moving sun set.
Friday, August 11, 2006
On the Road Again
Last night Annie received an impromptu invitation to go to West Virginia this morning with her friend and neighbor, Molly, and Molly's mother, (and my friend) Marcia. I just put Annie in the car, had a few heart-tugging goodbye moments and she is on her way. It's 400 miles of driving today and they'll be gone for one week. A few days in a beautiful cabin, and the rest in an old Southern mansion on 30 acres of untouched land, owned by Marcia's family since 1929. The way Marcia describes the place reminds me of summers from several great novels I've read: pond swimming, frog catching, sitting on a porch swing drinking lemonade and watching the long and slow-moving sun set.
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