Tucked Away in the Mountains
Sewing on the closed in porch.
We headed deep into the eastern Kentucky mountains for the Memorial weekend holiday. I have talked often about our trips here in previous posts, but this trip was a new experience for our family.
My mother-in-law re-married last fall after being single for 11 years (Mike's father passed away soon after we were married). After their wedding she moved over the mountain~ a 45 minute drive~ to Roscoe's home. This has been a tough transition for my boys who absolutely adore their visits to Nan's house. They treasure their times cooking in her large kitchen, exploring the mountain paths, making bonfires in the fire pit Mike and I built for her before Canaan was born.
But life is full of transitions, isn't it? So we are learning to embrace this change and enjoying our times with Nan and Roscoe.
Roscoe's log home is beautiful. We have the upstairs loft to ourselves and I kind of feel like a pioneer family tucked away together. So fun.
The boys are beginning to warm up to this new adventure at Roscoe's homestead. He owns the quaint country grocery store next door and within hours Ezra had figured out that Roscoe has a running tab at the grocery store. This led him to convince his Nan to take him over there for some treats...which she gladly agreed to. Canaan being our wise one (especially with money) reminded Nan that if she continues to do that, she will make Roscoe poor. We all had a good laugh over that one...well except for Canaan, who was dead serious.
Our visits have taken on a new look and we are all learning to embrace the change and enjoy it. The boys still miss Nan's though and no doubt, always will.
Winston, guarding the porch.
I'll post a bit more about our trip in the next few days. So many great memories to share.