Home

It seemed as if we encountered every possible delay on our final leg of the journey home, from Winston-Salem to Highlands.  We must have been slowed by a dozen construction projects, and drivers on the interstates seemed to be more annoying and obstructive than usual.   Roads were closed and detours were everywhere.

But at last we reached Asheville, and then Brevard, and finally two-lane roads, and only that one traffic signal in Cashiers.  It is always with great pleasure and anticipation that we reach those final miles, noticing the verdant trees all around us (mostly bare a month ago), the familiar sights along the way, and finally that beautiful Town of Highlands and its Main Street, unlike any town we had passed through on our long journey.  And then the embrace of loved ones, the sighting of friends on the street and in the Post Office.  Home.

This is what the walk to our back door looked like four weeks ago.

And this is what greeted us when we returned today.  Spring has finally arrived!  It is so rewarding to travel, but so comforting to return home again.