Granny cooked breakfast and we ate huge piles of pancakes while sitting on the back porch. A hen turkey came down the hill and was later joined by a gobbler we'd been hearing gobble for 20 minutes. We talked about everything and nothing; the goings on in my hometown, the world at large, about the pregnant cat who showed up and adopted them well over a month ago and had 4 kittens in the early hours of the morning the day before. The hills around their house were dotted in the blooms of dogwoods and after breakfast we walked the yard with PaPa. A bird had built a nest in the lid of their propane tank and was full of eggs. His strawberries were in bloom and we talked of ways to keep the squirrels out of them. We turned the corner of the house and watched as the hen and gobbler ran back up the hill again.
We sat on the porch swing and talked some more and listened to the birds and the gobbling tom and Granny handed me a magazine to look at. After a bit, we gathered our things and loaded up to head to Roy's Store for a cheeseburger and pie, something of which has become a bit of a tradition every time I come home.