One final point about the Homestead: it has a fabulous front porch full of high-backed white rocking chairs.
If, like Kish and me, you are an avid reader, there’s nothing like a rocking chair on a bright afternoon. We drank tea and read our books as the sun moved slowly across the sky; I was taking a fresh and enjoyable look at Dickens’ Oliver Twist on the recommendation of my friend the Liberal Kegler. We rocked gently in the sunshine and when I felt the warm air and faint smell of flowers and background noise lull me into drowsiness I leaned back, closed my eyes, and dozed with pleasure.
There are worse things than a good book, a rocking chair, and a sunny day.
