The Drift Of Things.

:: a view of the horizon on a frosty morning at the "farm" ::

Out through the fields and the woods

And over the walls I have wended;

I have climbed the hills of view

And looked at the world, and descended;

I have come by the highway home,

And lo, it is ended.

 - Robert Frost

Had a lovely time out at my dad's farm, and although I was glad to see Victoria again and get home and comfortable, there's always a sense of reluctance when it's time to leave.  Pop worked way too hard and made me worry about him, but he's happy and one day it's all going to pay off....when he can sit on his front porch, drinking iced tea, and not have to glue pipe, wire electricity, put in air conditioning, or crawl under the house.