Being ‘stuck’ in the woods is a bit of a blessing for me. As we scrub and polish the hearth built in the 1870’s, and apply wax to just about every floorboard, I am reminded that my Mom and Dad did this 60 years ago. And here I am, with my family doing it again. Memories remembered from the past, yet new memories are made in the present. My Dad tells a story about he had to buy a first class plane ticket back from Scotland in order to transport my grandfathers antlers. Good things can come from quarantine. Grateful for all the elbow grease and feasts fit for kings.
Scrub and Polish. Awosting Style.
