We took backroads to one of her go-to lunch spots and enjoyed catching up all afternoon, doing errands afterward and touring her backyard to boot.
I took a selfie of us but touched the screen and ruined the focus. (I need to figure out how to turn off touchscreen features on all cameras.) At least the photo of her dog Mac turned out okay.
One last tidbit, I hadn’t noticed her late husband Jack had started to paint scenes on the kitchen cabinets before he passed—something he’d done in all their houses.
I’ve since been thinking a more about my Uncle and his paintings… large canvases with horses and scenes from Kentucky. I always admired his ability to capture light and color that felt impressionistic up close but clearly defined from a short viewing distance. My aunt said he painted cityscapes on the cabinets of their first house (she’s looking for photos of those.)
She sent me home with a fresh batch of homemade cinnamon muffins with chunks of apple. They are other-worldly good. Seriously better than anything I’ve had from a bakery. Next time I’m coming over early because I want to see whatever magic goes into making them if she’ll share her secret.
