Though some people refer to Pennsylvania as "Pennsyl-tucky" (I'm not fond of this slur, especially since Kentucky seems like a fine place) because of its rural nature and perceived-backwoods-and-backwards attitude, I adore this state. I'm sure that many of you could name dozens of reasons why your state is wonderful too, but since I haven't lived anywhere outside of PA (travel aside), I'll stick to what I know.
At the risk of sounding like a travel agent, I must say that I love being surrounded by trees and creeks and mountains, and my one desire in this life is to live amongst them again, like right smack in the middle of the woods or at least near a creek, in Pennsylvania, of course.
I grew up next to a little creek and it was a defining landmark of my childhood. I think SoJo inherited my water-loving genes, since his father detests water the way a fish detests land. He would forgo washing in water if there was ever something invented that could get you clean without it. Soren, on the other hand, could throw rocks in water all the livelong day if I let him. It's his absolute favorite thing to do...
...well, other than watching the trains go by, a few miles away from our town.
I'm still amazed that trains still run around here--it feels like something out of the 30s and the movie Sweet and Lowdown (have you seen it? It's hilarious and one of our faves). This one is a cargo train, which goes by every few hours. Sometimes we run into it on our way to or from somewhere, and it's thrilling for SoJo, and by association, myself.
Back to my "Visit PA" advertisement: we spent the morning today in the lovely environs of our local area, picking strawberries and enjoying the early sunshine.
Another dream of mine is to have a proper strawberry patch, which hopefully will come with the house in the woods. But I digress.
Soren was mostly interested in picking rocks and stepping on the strawberry plants (accidentally), so I picked as quickly as I could and got enough to make some jam later today.
He may have added a few to the stash, albeit unripe or overripe ones. Surprisingly, only a few went into his mouth.
I like the idea of a dirt road winding up to some adventurous location--in this case, the cherry orchard.
Maybe this weekend we'll go cherry picking. But for now, it's off to the kitchen to sterilize the canning jars and make way for an evening of jamming!
What's so great about your state? Truly, I want to know! Future travel plans may depend on your answers.