It's been rainy here for two days. Last night the winds and rains were as strong as the tropical storms we left in Florida. So, we've been playing inside and keeping our trips to a minimum. Moments such as the above have been plentiful, and I am feeling very grateful for siblings and what they bring to each other's lives.
Yesterday, we pulled out my 3' by 5' flag and Woody counted the stars and stripes to be sure there were fifty and thirteen respectively.
Last year, we got pints of cranberries from our CSA in the weeks leading up to Thanksgiving. I would make it home from the pick-up with hardly half of them; Woody would just eat them right out of the bag. At the time, he said he liked how they popped like bombs in his mouth. This year, he still likes them, but we laughed trying to contain our sour faces. Our co-op sells them in a shallow water-filled bin that they call their cranberry bog. I told Woody about the real cranberry bogs in southern coastal New Jersey where his Nana grew up, some of the best in the world.
Friday night, we hiked up to the top of the hill where the confederate cemetery is. At the base of this sculpture are four cannons for each of the four regiments that fought here. Woody read their names: Arkansas, Louisiana, Texas, and Missouri.