Church seen from a gas station near Crossville, Tennessee.
We're home. I'm tired. But here's a recap of what I wore this trip, which is probably the least interesting aspect of the trip, but all I've got the bandwidth for right now.
First, family gathered for my aunt's funeral on Thursday:
We were missing our four kids, plus the two children each of two other cousins. But otherwise, this is the surviving family (l-r): my husband, my mother, my aunt-by-marriage, her daughter, me, the husband of my late aunt's daughter (behind me), my brother (beside me), the son of my late aunt's daughter, his sister, my late aunt's son (back row), my late aunt's daughter, my aunt-by-marriage's son (back row, hard to see), and my uncle, my late aunt's husband.
So I was wearing my black ensemble, which at least was comfortable and natural-fiber, if not wool. Then I went home and put on my Willow again, so as not to miss a day:
On Friday, basically all we did was have dinner with my mother-in-law. Again, I wore Willow (the only item I really brought to wear, other than my funeral clothes).
I do love my little red shoes. I took a fairly long walk in them, around and around the walking trail in my mother's community, while talking to the Texasgirl on the phone. They are the perfect shoes for weather that should be cold but isn't.
And today:
What a surprise. I wore my teal Willow YET AGAIN. This makes . . . let's see . . . Day 17, not that anybody's counting.
The sky was really dramatic in Middle Tennessee this afternoon. I just kept taking photos of it out of the car windows as we drove.
Even in the mountains, the sky was almost as dramatic as the autumn trees:
But the trees, even at the North Carolina Welcome Center, where we made a quick stop, were quite something.
Anyway, now we're home. Dora is glad to see us. We are happy to be here. The trip to Tennessee was important, and we're both glad we went, but boy howdy. East or West, home is best.