I may have overdone it with the photos this time, so I won’t say much. On Friday, Seth and Keats had their piano lessons early so that we could leave for Big Meadows after lunch. After lunch became four o’clock. We didn’t reach the meadow until nearly seven. The kids were hoping the blueberries would be ripe. I was hoping the fawns would be out frolicking. We didn’t get our wishes, but it was beautiful nonetheless. Driving two and a half hours just to reach Big Meadows is entirely worth it, if only to close my eyes and breathe the air. We’ll have to go back in a couple of weeks to try again.