Thursday, September 20, 2012

The Farm

I love that my parents house, my home, looks like a gorgeous quilt or a painting from above.   Whenever I wish I was home I google-map it.  That red roof is the barn I had my wedding reception in, that tiny blue square is the pool.  Lovely.  And that road is the last paved road before the mountain, the first of the Tuscarora foothills.

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