Friday, December 4, 2009

Farewell, Louie.

Here's something I already knew, but it bears repeating: There is beauty to be found in every corner of America. Whenever I visit a new place, my heart feels just a tiny bit sad upon leaving. Louisville was no exception.

We discovered the coolest little area of small, independently-owned restaurants (The most phenomenal Italian and Greek meals I have had in ages...) smack dab in the midst of rundown shotgun houses and a school for the blind.

We passed a semi truck hauling tobacco bales and (cigarette industry controversies aside) it just struck me as beautiful and almost foreign. I have never seen that before. Have never even considered it. Yet to the man in the truck, it's all in a day's work.

All of that to say: Louisville was a hit, but we are home now and it feels so nice. I'm ready to slow it down. I've already been to the grocery, so I have that contented, "cupboards full" feeling. Now, it's time to decorate the persnickety tree and dole out some Christmastime fun.

For Mr. and Mrs. Flower Patch Farmgirl and their brood, the season has finally come.

(The next time you see Cory, please, please refer to him as Mr. Flower Patch Farmgirl. I just know he'll love it!)