We left Virginia and headed north on a cold blustery day to be with family.
Our destination was the family church. Atop the mountain, we take in the sweeping views of the valley below.
Across from the church is an Amish farm.
The silos are filled ready for winter feeding. Across the valley; farm after farm dot the country side.
These farms are slowly disappearing – victims of large housing developments. Truly, it breaks my heart.
All my life I have loved these views.
My family church, St. Peter’s reformed German church.
As children, my sisters and I climbed to the top of the bell tower with our Grandpop. I wouldn’t dream of making that climb today.
Tears from heaven is what my aunt called it as the sleet came down.
My sister, always the creative instigator provided the bubble action; it was a beautiful farewell.
See you later, Bye!
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