Nothing restores my soul
like the Blue Ridge Parkway.


We took ourselves to the Folk Art Center
on the Blue Ridge Parkway today.
to Heritage Days
where all sorts of artists
demonstrated how they create.
Tatters tatted,
weavers wove,
carvers carved
sheep were shorn, and
border collies herded.
Among other things.
There was food
and music
and lots and lots
and lots of eye candy.

There was a time when Nancy
was a veritable chatterbox,
getting quiet only when
we took her to ride
and turned on the radio.

She doesn’t talk nearly as much
these days,
speaking only when
there’s something she
really –
and I mean REALLY –
wants to say.

I wish more people were like Nancy.

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She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
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And there’s a pinterest board, too.