"What is pertinent is the calmness of that beauty, its sense of restraint. It is though the land knows of its own beauty, of its own greatness, and feels no need to shout it."

Before our long(est) road trip last week, I read a bit from The Remains of the Day. This passage stuck in my mind as we traveled through this stretch of fog, rolling fields, and greatness.


We traveled through different worlds yesterday (and spent entirely way too long in the car.)


Idyllic scenery that I may or may not romanticize. Who doesn't want to live in a foggy valley with horses and rolling hills in the background? 


My family came to visit for a few days. We went on a few day trips, ate some great food, played games, and mostly just laughed.


It's been a slow and dreary start of 2014. Sickness, rain, and a bit of cabin fever mixed in wasn't really what I had in mind.
But yesterday there was a break.