1. When I saw this chicken at Wiloma, I immediately thought of this dress. A cocktail dress of copper-colored satin with a black lace overlay, it once belonged to Steve's grandmother. (Photo shows the back of the dress.)
2. The alfalfa fields are overtaken by mustard plants. While this is a bad thing for the farmer, it is visually stunning to stand at the top of a hill and gaze down upon oceans of yellow blooms in every direction.
3. He describes the dairy farm where he grew up. Dulles Airport now stands in its place. She brings out an old, yellowed newspaper article and there are photographs from a bygone era of his family and farm. I love hearing history described first hand like this. The confounding thing is, he and I are the same age. The "history" we are speaking about are the years of my own childhood. How can that be?