By now you may have heard of these darling old friends of mine,
and of the tri-yearly get-togethers we refer to as HOL
[Hashing Out Life].
This fall edition found us in a charming bungalow,
full of interesting artifact,
settled lakeside in the Finger Lakes.
It also found us with some lovely extras,
having added Lisa's parents into our HOL fold.
We spent our time doing what the Finger Lakes demand in Fall:
Tasting tasty wine treats,
[perhaps too many of them....?]
scoping out the leafy scene,
amusing ourselves around town while
waiting for a table at a local place sure to please.
We returned home to late night
reading/napping/quietly-conversing
in our cozy little house,
and early the next morning headed out
to beat the crowds at Watkins Glen Gorge.
The gorge-eousness [ha!] awaiting us did not disappoint:
We meandered slowly enough to please the photographers among us,
enjoying all the place had to offer,
enjoying each other.
And though the chill in the air kept me from removing
my hands from my pockets for much of the weekend,
the time together left me
feeling warm as could be.
feeling warm as could be.
HOL forever! Amen, and amen.















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