We just got back from a swift trip to Southern Arkansas. We went to visit family, because there is nothing like actually seeing and spending time with somebody to ease your mind as to their actual condition.Anyway, we feasted on catfish and sour cream fries, visited with Turtle's step mom, who is 85 but still getting around just fine, and even managed a pleasant afternoon with my Uncle and Aunt who live in Magnolia.
Speaking of Magnolia, we did get to see those delightful trees in bloom--white blossoms from the sky to the ground.
It rained much of the time--a gently falling rain--intensifying the deep green of the Lob lolly Pines and the lime green of the Kudzu vines.
Turtle realized, suddenly, on our last day there,
that he hadn't entered his step mom's family into his genealogy files.
As she has eight brothers and sisters and had four children herself, this looked promising as a whole new limb to go out on...He sat there interviewing her, getting names, places, dates. I curled up in a corner of the sofa and read from the complete Father Brown stories of G.K. Chesterton.
