Almost like going home

My mother retired back on the first of September, and decide she wanted to spend some time down at the cabin about three weeks of October. Last week was her first , on the her first day she called me around dinner time to gloat a little as she was sitting on the front porch eating some homemade vegetable soup, in the warm fall breeze and looking out over the hills and the woods and telling how beautiful everything was in fall coat of many colors. She then proceeded to call me every afternoon to tell me about her walk in the woods or how she set out the picnic table by the pond and drank her coffee and how peaceful and serene it was. I was very jealous of her, as I have stated in the past October in the mountains is my favorite time of year.
            Well on Thursday night Tari , Kenny Ray,my nephew Danny, and I went down to farm as it was the festival of the leaves weekend in Bainbridge. When we arrived at the about nine pm, mom greeted us at the door in her nightgown and as we entered the door she hugged each of us as if she had not seen us in months. As she was doing this my mind went back in time as this was so very familiar to me,  a time not so long ago of my youth when as a child we would journey back to Baptist Kentucky, arriving sometime after midnight on Friday nights and either my Grandma Brewer or Grandpa and Grandma Patton would greet us at the door with a hug and always the same question, " are you' all hungry, can I fix you something to eat". It was has if the clocked turned back forty years and I was almost home again if only for a few seconds in my mind.
We spent Friday and Saturday taking in the festival, Kenny Ray and Danny riding the ride until Kenny Ray got sick, Mom , Tari and I checking all the booths and garage sales in town. On Sunday we drove down to Adams county to see the Serpent mound , a ancient Indian burial ground. We then stopped in a little town of Locust Grove at a dairy bar and had chili dogs and a malt, sitting at some picnic tables by a little stream. When we got back to the farm Kenny Ray climbed on his four wheeler, mom, Tari and Danny took a nap. I fired up my old tractor to do what I like best, work on my little mountain farm. I had some bush hog work to do as I will only mow the hill in front of the cabin if there is some one with me in case I was to roll the tractor and get hurt, as I have rolled the riding mower in the past and been by myself, and lucky that I was not hurt. After I finished my work I walked back toward the cabin looking over my land and making plans for some more work next weekend. I stopped at the edge of the woods, I looked up at the sun through the leaves and enjoyed the warm sunshine on my face and bald head. I then layed down in the fallen leaves in the sun looking up at the blue sky and clouds moving by. I then began to thank God for the glorious day for my family and for this little piece of ground