Oh Ohio, place I once lived....

Place I will always miss...

Gathering Leaves
by Robert Frost

Spades take up leaves
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.

I make a great noise
Of rustling all day
Like rabbit and deer
Running away.

But the mountains I raise
Elude my embrace,
Flowing over my arms
And into my face.

I may load and unload
Again and again
Till I fill the whole shed,
And what have I then?

Next to nothing for weight,
And since they grew duller
From contact with earth,
Next to nothing for color.

Next to nothing for use.
But a crop is a crop,
And who's to say where
The harvest shall stop?

//
We traveled East for my brother Andy's wedding.
It was beautiful.She came down the isle to "Wildflowers" by Tom Petty.
We visited with cousins,
...saw a childhood friend, Holly
Ate at Coney Island,
and drove by the house I spent my childhood in,
It was one of the best visits I've ever had. We walked around our old neighborhood. Holly and I told our men about the adventures we had there and how things had changed.
It's normally weird to return to a place that hold so many great memories, but this time it was more like seeing a picture of a place that holds so much meaning and being able to enjoy it all over again.