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| Enjoying the summer's first honeysuckle. I introduced Claire to this little bit of magic and of course she was smitten! |
My GPS died a couple of months ago and I've been braving the streets of suburbia with no guide, aside from my four year old backseat driver (who ALWAYS points out when your "dinkers" are not being used when turning).
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| Log chimney. So pretty! |
I have a nice group of parks and libraries that are easy to get to,
but I cling, CLING! to that GPS once I venture outside a 10 mile radius
of my house. For a little background info: I grew up on Long Island and
everything was laid out in a grid. You had to try, and I mean really
try, to get lost there, which of course I did. Embarrassingly often.
Here,
the county roads names frequently change as they wind up and over the
mountains. Things are relatively well marked, but not always.
With that in mind, rewind to last week when I had plans to visit a
peony farm mentioned in Martha Stewart's magazine. I blew right by the
one of the last turns and without realizing it, traveled through an additional two
(unmarked I swear!) towns and wound up at Jockey Hollow National Historic Site. Since it was on my list of must-see places anyway (well, insofar
as driving past the brown signs on occasion and adding it to my mental
list) I decided this was now our destination.
If
parenting has taught me anything, it's that making plans is futile and
and life is more enjoyable when you roll with whatever you're dealt.
