I got home last night from a nice family visit to Alabama. My brother, his wife, and daughter, from Houston were also there. In addition to our parents, we saw aunts, uncles, cousins, and family friends. We ate a lot of delicious food. Although it was quite wonderful to see everyone, I am delighted to be home. My husband didn't get to go because of work and I missed him. I didn't sleep well while I was gone, and our bed was just heavenly last night. I slept late this morning and have rested a lot throughout the day, eating lightly and drinking lots of water.
Pictured above are some peaches and wild plums from a Farmers' Market in Opelika, Alabama. When I told my Mother those little plums reminded me of all the ones I picked and ate when I was a girl, she told me they don't have them any longer, nor do they have blackberries. When I asked why not, she said it is because "they" spray poison along the roadways. (I know the chemical companies would have preferred she use the word, "herbicide".)
It seems that people want everything to be pretty. Wild vines, brambles, and craggy little wild trees are not desirable, despite the fact that they offer foods with extraordinary taste and smell, which also happen to be FREE.
Welcome home :o) I'm glad to hear you enjoyed your time with your family!
ReplyDeleteI was in Auburn last weekend visiting my family. It rained on Saturday so we didn't get to do much.
ReplyDeleteI know you are glad to be home - nothing like your own bed and pillows.
Yes, in the Yakima Valley (WA) we use to forage for wild asparagus along the railroad tracks. No longer, same reason. I think there has to be a better way. That stuff gets in the waterways.
ReplyDeleteGlad you are home, there IS not place like home.
Susi - thanks, it's great to be home.
ReplyDeleteSteph - we arrived in Opelika just after it started raining. Everyone there seemed happy to see the much needed rain.
Melynda - Yes, there has to be a better way. And you are right. . .there is no place like home.