Jackson looks lovely with the Crepe Myrtles in full bloom lending a festive look to the city. Ken and I actually live in Ridgeland. At one time, it was a separate little town but now the only thing you know it is not Jackson is when you cross County Line Road. When you read The Help, the new young woman lived in a big house, well out of town, surrounded by farm land. That was Ridgeland in 1962. Now it appears to be just a part of Jackson, but technically, we live in Ridgeland, Mississippi.
There is nothing better than being greeted by loving children and grandchildren. And they prepared a special welcome dinner for us too. Beef tenderloin cooked on the barbecue and a green salad, made up of spinach, sliced mushrooms and cucumbers from Andrew's garden. Topping it off was ice cream. Ken brought wine from his cellar. It was a celebration.
Immediately upon arrival, Christina and Andrew put away the frozen meat. And we gave them their birthday gift too, but we were too tired to unload the truck. Andrew and the girls will come to our condo and unload tomorrow afternoon. Then Ken and I will return for another meal with the family. It is always a special treat to dine with your family.
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