Going to Roy's Store and stopping at Hodgson Mill has become tradition with Granny and PaPa every time I go home. And now Britt. The drive is slow and curvy and languorous and goes through some of the prettiest country you'll ever see. This place I grew up, these roads I traveled with the people I love, and the ones I come back to. It is sometimes odd to have my heart in so many places.
We always go to Roy's for cheeseburgers and pie. And on the way back, we always stop at the mill and mosey about. It has become one of my favorite traditions. And everything was so shockingly, vibrantly, wildly green.