It’s never been easy to get pictures of my brothers, but here we are . . .
George, Eleanor, Nestor
I was thrilled to find my grandniece, Djamal, had come home for a visit.
A visit to George and Aline is also a coming home for me since I grew up just a mile down this road.
Here’s the cow pasture and the dugout where Nestor, Diana, and I chased little ducks . . .
. . . and the stones where we sat for our picnics.
Ah, the charm of old familiar views . . .
. . . and old toys. Nestor actually had her running once upon a time.
Best of all, the warm welcome of my favourite snacks and a cold beer . . .
Aline, your pickles and salsa were amazing!
It was lovely to be back.