A couple of weekends ago, I left Atlanta on a warm-ish Thursday afternoon, bound for Murfreesboro for a very short trip to see my parents, sister and my little friend Caroline’s dance recital.
More than that, though, it was a time to get away, relax and breathe; the miniest of vacations with a powerfully restful punch.
I got in super late Thursday night after my almost -no-traffic drive. I stopped for dinner at Arby’s in Canton, and cleared both Manchester (where I had my accident) and Monteagle in the daytime. That was quite helpful. Nickajack lake smelled so gross of fish, but other than that the trip was a breeze and I rolled into my bestie’s driveway in time to enjoy a beer and some catch up conversation before crashing for the night.
The next day, I drove to my parents’ house just down the way, and had breakfast and tea with them. I enjoyed soaking in the beauty of my mom’s garden.
We found this epic tree at a church yard sale:
That night, I had dinner with my sister, Ana. I saw her apartment and we ate at Taqueria Del Sol, then we walked down the street to get paletas (Mexican Popsicles). She got lime mint and I got pistachio dipped in chocolate.
As Miss Lillian at church says, thanks be to God for all good things!