Nice long weekend

It was a long and good weekend. I had the day off Friday and my husband and I went to nearby Amish country to get some clothes for him.

Not Amish clothes.

He wears Carhartt, and the biggest selection is at a store in East Earl, PA – one where we’ve shopped for over 30 years. Actually, figuring the amount of years just now sort of blew my mind a little bit. Regardless, it’s Good’s Store and when we went inside we were surprised to find that it’s been completely remodeled. As we walked the aisles, we both remembered our first visit to this store in 1979. All the floors were wood and they creaked when you walked.

It’s quite different now . . . and their selection of Carhartt clothing and outdoor wear has been vastly expanded. And that made my husband glad.

 

Pennsylvania is beautiful. We lived there for many years before moving to Virginia, and then to Maryland where we live now. In the photo above, we’re heading north toward the Welsh Mountain and East Earl lies on the other side.

 

There’s a hitching post outside the store for buggies to park. I was heartened to see that this horse had been covered with a blanket. It was chilly and he looked a little lathered up. Sometimes it’s hard to see the work horses but this one looked pretty fit if not a little tired.

 

The view coming up the driveway to home.

My husband drove the entire way there and back marking the first time he’s driven the new car that far. Another milestone.

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I had errands to run Saturday and it clouded over by mid-morning and stayed that way for pretty much the entire day. At one point, my friend (and co-worker), Christine, texted me saying “look outside!!”

I didn’t get the text immediately, and when I looked at it, I dashed outside only to see a hot air balloon to the west of the house. I ran inside to get the camera but by the time I got back outside, it was hidden in the trees. She wrote later to say that it was right above our house. Bummer that I missed it.

 

On Sunday afternoon, I sat in the sunshine for a couple of hours.

 

 

It felt so darn good.

 

 

My husband came outside and sat with me for awhile.

 

And then he held my hand.

 

 

It’s the little things in life that matter.

 

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Hope your weekend was a fine one.