Down Home on the Farm

I am in Virginia. 

Earlier today I drove the ten backwoods miles down to the river, hugging the turns and loving the clean, country breeze through the open windows. 

My cousin Anna is currying out her horse. I just finished a long and thrilling four-wheeler ride through my gram's backwoods and along the outskirts of the soybean-planted fields. 

My cousin Lisa's three year old son Nicky ditched his clothing shortly after arriving at "Gramma Nene's" and is streaking across the huge five-acre backyard, followed around by his Grandpa, "poppy." Nicky has a country accent that goes on for miles. He calls his dad "dahudee."

I ate dinner tonight surrounded by family. Aunt, Uncle, Cousins, children, friends. 

I. Love. It. Here.