Max and I pulled up to the stop sign and I knew we were there. Greg was standing on the porch with his new companions, pups Acer and Ilex, asleep in the cool shade of the dog run.
Greg’s dog run home truly felt like stepping back in time. He took us on a tour of his garden and down a lovely wooded path to the creek at the far end of his land. As if the visit to his own historic place wasn’t enough, we were treated t oa home-cooked lunch, a veritable feast Southern style, at his parents’ wonderful home nearby.
It was a visit that I had long anticipated, and I treasured every minute — a fast trip, but one to remember!