We savored fantastic locally produced ice cream while sitting in porch rocking chairs. Lauré ate her first Hush Puppies. We sat around a campfire with our camping neighbors and talked about RV’s and life on the road. I went to the local Farmer’s Market and bought fresh eggs, veggies and new varieties of mushrooms; and met more new friends, one who invited us over to her small farm for ice tea and her garden potatoes cooked over a bonfire. We met her son, Forrest Crellin. He is a courageous journalist who spent last year covering the refugee camps in Greece. (https://medium.com/@crellinf/latest).
And, I tested out every laundromat in the county, until a new friend insisted that I come over to their home and use their washer/ dryer.
Our new home parish, Galloway Memorial, gave us a going away lunch. Jane presented us with a beautiful sunflower patterned quilt that she had made for us. Every evening, we mused over how seeing bright red cardinals and flickering fireflies never ceased to delight us as we continually thanked our Creator for guiding us to this special place.