Only a few days left here in MN and I head back west. Don't know when I'll be back again? Ma and I took Tischer out to this great park that I found while riding around Bald Eagle Lake with my dad a couple months ago. Another fine October day. Warm under the sun and since there wasn't a cloud up there, it wasn't hard to find those rays.
We went to the apple orchard afterwards. Talk about nostalgia! I hadn't been there in years, back when we would go as a family every fall. Carmel apples, donuts, turnovers, cookies, pumpkins, cider, and apples. Blind me and I still would have recognized it just by the smell. So potent and soothing. If that doesn't put the finishing touches on a return trip home, I don't know what does?
Maybe playing football in the front yard with Zack and Zeb while our dad cracks the front porch door and asks us why we don't go down the street to the park. As someone older than me might say-If I had a nickel for every time...
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