I'm heading up to Arkansas tomorrow, for an overdue visit with my parents and my sister's family. We'll drive the four and some odd hours. We'll pass the town with the house shaped in the shape of the Ace of Clubs, because it was won in a poker game. We'll try to stop by a farmer's market for fresh berries to take home. How long it's been since I've had home-made blackberry cobbler! I must make some.
When we reach the outskirts of my parents' town, we'll phone ahead--"shall we pick up bbq, or fried catfish?". Perhaps I'll take a niece and a nephew to a nearby lake. We'll sit and talk with my parents, of whom I'm quite fond.