Trip to Bruce
Spring was definitely out in abundance yesterday. I had the pleasure of accompanying my mother to Bruce, Mississippi, a mere two hour drive from home. Bruce is home to some of my mother's relatives on her mother's side. In particular we visited her brother, Gregory and her aunt, Myrl.
The drive was pleasurable. Aside from the delightful conversation, the scenery was fresh and breathtaking. The naturalized dogwoods were so beautiful, I wanted to pull over, dig one up and take it home. Of course, that's a no-no. It's people that do that that help to spread the disease anthracnose to city dogwoods. Aside from the dogwoods, the azaleas and spirea that dotted the yard's were a welcome site.
We finally arrived at Myrl's house. I was taken back in time as I entered her home. It's a real country house who's front door opens on the kitchen. The smell reminded me of my maternal grandmother's house. We visited my grandmother's house every Sunday afternoon. Dinner at her house was looked forward to the entire week. Chicken and dressing were what dreams are made of. As Myrl and my grandmother were half-sisters I'm sure that their recipes are similar.
I met Myrl's new puppy Jenny. She's a bundle of "let me jump up on you and lick you" and "oh, by the way, is it o.k. if I chew on you?" As she's only a rat terrier weighing in at maybe 5 pounds, I didn't mind and rather enjoyed it.
The three of us got in my mom's SUV and drove to Gregory's. Gregory was very happy to see us. We scooped him up and headed to a local restaurant for a buffet lunch. After lunch we visited a local cemetary and photographed the headstones of my maternal great-grandfather and mother. At the cemetary I harvested two specimans of moss for my garden. We then headed for the Walmart in Pontatoc. It's a small town folks and Walmart is the place to be.
We headed back toward Bruce and dropped off Gregory and then on to Myrl's. Myrl treated us to a cup of coffee and some pie. We talked for a while and then my mom and I headed back home. I enjoyed visiting Bruce and seeing Myrl and Gregory.
I arrived back home at 7:45 p.m. I knew that my husband had a 7:30 appointment, so he wouldn't be there. I unlocked the front door and pushed it open slightly and was almost knocked down by cats. Zoe pressed through the narrow crack and bounded onto the front porch. The other three stood looking up at me. Normally I would have been home all day with them. They, therefore, would have no necessity to meet me at the door. They must have missed me or were glad of anyone's company. I could have been a burglar. I like to think that they knew the sound of my car and knew it was me. I prefer to think that they missed me and were eager to be with me. I know that I missed them. It was nice to be home.
4-11-03@9:34 a.m.