This morning we took our time getting up and packing, reluctant to leave our hostess in Richmond. At least we only had to brave the car for an hour and a half.
We were in for a treat. My cousin and her partner run a natural (they haven’t paid the money and can’t say “organic” though they know how they grow their foods and are inspected as such) farm.
We were greeted by a henhouse full of chickens squawking and some ducks quacking and two very excited dogs. The farm cats watched from their safe perches as my kids ran amok, taking in the wild woods and streams and empty farm fields looking for quartz rocks.
But the sun set before they could take too much of it all in and they were lulled into the house by talk of bears and coyotes and the darkness of the woods at the edge of the blue ridge mountains.
We cuddled together after our time spent getting up to speed (I haven’t seen my cousin since I was ten) and watched a movie together and fell into a deep sleep, warmed by the wood stove fire.