They say a picture paints a thousand words. So here is where I begin my words, sharing my time with my "Ethel" by pictures. The words are being processed in my head and heart to be shared later as they come together.
No grape stomping...but we did return to many sights and times of years ago...both in what we visited and our countless hours of talking. Both visiting past history around the town and our own past history allowed us to start putting pieces back on each our unfinished life puzzles.
Marlin, Texas was once a booming spa town. The mineral waters brought people from all over the world. The walls of the local buildings portray the once vibrant city, which now struggles to survive.
Homestead Heritage is a community outside of Waco whose vision is to continue the arts and knowledge of past generations, through sustainable culture. Our family visits their yearly Thanksgiving Festival. I would love to go back and take classes in cheese and soap making. We ate our dinner at their cafe.
Homestead Heritage...click to see the wonders of this community.
The dinner was wonderful...white tablecloths with flowers. Our host and hostess at the B&B were a God-send. This Christian couple's joy for how they served you just bubbled over. Their obedience to the dream God gave them couldn't help but inspire us also to dream. God truly hand-picked this place for us.
Bed and Breakfast on White Rock Creek...click and see this little treasure outside of Waco. We stayed in the Savannah Suite.
Oh, no pictures of me....well, before I left I decided to color my hair. My daughter keeps telling me I use the wrong color...so I took her advice...not always good. My hair turned into "Witchy-Poo Black"...and I don't look good in black. Lucy could have spent the trip with a bag over her head. Instead, I made sure I wasn't in any pictures!
I explained this before...I am Lucy only because I am the taller of the two of us. We began calling ourselves Lucy and Ethel years ago because of some of our adventurous antics.
Now I must say...this trip placed a huge scoop of sand in my sand pail. The sand placed in my pail were inspiration, hope, renewal, spunk and meekness. The puzzle pieces are coming together.