HOME IS WHERE THE SISTERS ARE
Last weekend, I had the privilege of spending time on our family farm. And, as a bonus, three of our four brothers were there. Spending time with them is always welcome. However, neither Suzanne nor Gail were there.
This weekend, I got to see Gail and Suzanne.
Unlike harvest, this visit wasn’t planned. It was an impromptu decision both Suzanne and I made to make the trip to Gail’s house for the weekend only 24 hours before we took off. We were bored, tired of staying home, and Gail, in her usual gracious style, invited us to come.
Sometimes, spur-of-the-moment decisions are the best. Sometimes, like this weekend.
We took off separately late Friday afternoon with our respective other halves, arriving at Gail’s with daylight to spare. The patio called, and we answered.
Four years ago this week, Gail, Suzanne and I arrived on St. Pete Beach, Florida. Even if no one else thought so, we owned the place for four days. It was epic, and it was the topic of my first blog post three years ago. We had hoped to make another such historic trip for Suzanne’s upcoming milestone birthday, but it appears that travel restrictions will keep that dream from coming true.
I take a summer vacation with my husband and sons as well, but it appears we won’t be going anywhere this summer. Our boys are now grown and independent, and perhaps have better things to do, but even if we could, there may be nowhere to go.
Thus, this trip to Gail’s house—in one of only three counties in Kansas that have zero reported cases of COVID—may indeed be our summer vacation.
It’s always a vacation when my sisters are there. Without our mom on earth, home is now where my sisters are—no matter where we are. The beach in Florida is one of our favorite destinations, but Gail’s is a close second. It feels like home when the three of us are there.
It should be no surprise to any of you who know us, either in person or through the blog or both, that we make our own fun, no matter where we are.
It may be dancing to classic rock at 11:15 in the morning in Camp Gail—the highly personalized spot we hang out in at her house, the spot where our four pictures at the beginning of this blog are taken,
touring the new-to-her house and yard she recently bought to renew while still keeping the retro look,
watching her in the garden–she loves it,
or welcoming Sunday morning back on the patio.
And, of course, we never tell all when we get together, just some. There were a few antics that will remain just between us, because that’s how we roll.
We will give you a little teaser about Judy and Bonnie, two sisters who joined us this weekend. They are my latest garage sale treasures, and they were sworn to secrecy regarding our antics. You may see more of them in the future.
We hit the one garage sale happening in Gail’s small town, and shopped where we could—including the thrift store.
We ate high on the hog, and indulged in our favorite libations.
Our significant others enjoy time together as well, which is always a bonus.
It is now Sunday evening and we are all back in our respective homes. The party is over, but there will be more. This post is purposely short, because, again, we don’t tell all. Plus, we spent most of our time hanging out, which left little time for writing. That’s how it’s supposed to be when we are together.
If you have your mother here, make sure take the time and make the effort to find home within her presence. If you don’t, and you have a sister or sisters, may you find that peace and joy with her/them.
It’s the next best thing, and it can be wonderful. We are living proof.
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Sounds like a fun weekend and I enjoyed all the pictures. I liked last weeks blog too. Brought back lots of memories of harvest when I was living on the farm. Thanks for writing and posting your blogs. I love reading them.
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So sorry so late–again! If I don’t get to these right away, well, you see what happens! Just getting ready for another one tonight! I will always love harvest, and I know you understand that!