Trip home

There's no better time to journey South than in the middle of a hot summer. Jack and I visited Arkansas over the July 4 holiday and spent quality time with family and friends.

But more importantly, we ate. We ate Watermelons from Hope. We ate purple hull peas and those zesty, homegrown tomatoes that you just can't buy in a store. We had tangy plum cobbler and fried okra. Cornbread. Fresh garden relish. Yes, summertime is the time for the very best eatin' at home.

Here's a brief scrapbook of the trip:

Grandmother doin' what she does best, watching the new great grandbabies.



Jack got to spend time with cousin, Kolby, who just might be a better babysitter if he lived closer:







Jack and the other great, Rhealee:
Here's Jack with his Pappy. If there ever was a grandfather to call Pappy, this is him. Check out the family resemblance on these noggins:








And finally, Jack met his new cousin Camryn. Neither one was that enthralled with the first encounter, but they are exactly three months and about 14 pounds apart. I love this picture:


And another staple of summer: front porch swinging. Even though the temperatures were in the 90s with soggy humidity, Jack couldn't get enough of it.