Every fall Michelle makes a pilgrimage to Hudson Apple House. The original intent was to buy apples for canning. The trip has evolved into something else. How would you describe an event where you meet with old friends that you have not seen in a long time and listen to funny stories and sometimes poignant ones; you relax in the comfort of not worrying about what anybody thinks of you - they take you as you are. These friends are what we've come to love about the south. Earlier in the week, a co-worker asked me why we did not return to San Diego. "It's so nice there." Indeed there are some nice things about San Diego - but there are not nearly as many good people like our friends who run Hudson Apple House, and as you will see in pictures below, it's not nearly as beautiful as the mountains of north Georgia.
After visiting with our friends, we wandered around the fields and took some more pictures.
Clarissa took our picture in this same spot (facing the opposite direction) in October of 2010.
The following picture was taken by Josh in 2010, as I examined interesting rocks in the road to the barn. This is included just for the contrast in my hair. I'm still wearing that same hair cut. In fact, it has not been cut since my appendix was cut out.
Artsy picture taken by Clarissa in 2010.
Clarissa at Hudson Apple House, 2010.
I never ever imagined my daughter would be so drop-dead gorgeous. Yeah, that's right, click on her picture so you can see for yourself up close. And how did she end up being so kind and nice too? And sensitive? And knee-slappin' funny? And self-reliant, and... and... well, it must be because she's married to Josh. Thanks, Josh.
OK. Back to the present. As we were wandering about this year, we met Cici, the beautiful Belgian horse and Roxy, her foal. As soon as we saw them, we started walking towards the fence. As soon as they saw us, they did the same.
I love the blond mane and tail with the dark coat on Cici. Roxy, to the surprise of her owners, turned out to be a "pinto" as they say where I come from. Here they call her a "paint". I was pleased to see how docile they were... except Roxy likes to nip people. Once that had been established, we got along just fine.
Here Michelle is counseling with Roxy about her nipping problem.
See ya!
2 comments:
Oh Father...You must have known that I would read your post about the GA mountains (and all of your posts; let me correct myself). Thank you for the wonderful compliments. You credited some of them to President--Josh likes to think that it had something to do with her husband. I'd like to plead the 5th. Thanks for sharing the great pictures of that happy place. Makes me homesick...
Preciosas fotos, Curtis, parece que tuviteis una bonita experiencia. Saludos,
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