“Begin their own family trees, teach them thank you and please
As they spread their own roots then watch the young fruit grow again
And this old trail will lead me right back to where it begins”.
Was home again this weekend. So was my brother and his girlfriend. They drove almost three hours to spend another few hours before driving it right back again, with no air conditioning. I am lucky to be so much closer. For me I am lucky that home is always, right there. And with us there, it is just like old times, only we are much bigger and the next generation is there, the smaller ones. My Mom makes the same foods, but now we drink wine and beer. Now we have jobs, lives, families apart from this place but when we are there I am sure it feels less like an empty nest.