Parchment Paths

I’m attempting to watch through every Disney movie I own before my Disney vacation in September.   So far I’ve watched Brave, Cinderella, The Lion King, 101 Dalmatians, Fantasia, Lady and the Tramp, Chicken Little, and the Aristocats.   Today I watched Robin Hood.             Robin Hood is one of my favorite animated Disney films. The animation, the characters, the songs are all wonderful. Also, it’s the legend of Robin Hood retold with animals, so that’s a winner right there.             While rewatching it today I noticed somethings.   Prince John reminds me a bit of a weaker, stupider Scar from the Lion King. In fact, he even reminds Hiss of a previous order never to mention his brother’s name, much like Scar banned any mention of his older brother, the former king’s name.   Could Scar have been loosely based off Prince John? It’s an interesting thought.             I gained a new found appreciation for Lady Cluck. She’s just so awesome and sassy. She doesn’t rely on othe

I had off work today and found that my trip to the garage was both cheaper and shorter than I expected. I wasn’t sure what to do with my unexpected free time but after doing laundry and calling my aunt I decided to go got ice cream at Ballyhoo .             After having light turn from yellow to red right as I went through, (do they mail tickets for that?) and finding most of West Pittston’s roads blocked off due to major road work I decided to just walk.             I hadn’t walked that far in a while and quite enjoyed it. I decided that ordering a campfire sundae was an excellent reward for all that walking through the heat and dust.   The campfire sundae is a wonderful confection of chocolate ice cream, gram cracker bits and toasted marshmallows.   It’s like S’mores were magically transformed into ice cream.             After enjoying both the sundae and writing, I took the long walk to my car and discovered this poor house that had been ravaged by the flood of a few

While people who live in the country may think of farms as being completely normal or even perhaps boring, we town folks seem drawn to them. I love seeing the horses, the cows, and sheep dotted against the lush green fields.   I love seeing the barns, whether brightly painted or falling apart with age.  Because of all this, I love going to Hillside Farms , a local, working farm that also sells local honey, crafts, antiques, flowers and ice cream.   The farm staff also has several camps for children and adults to teach them about the plants in the greenhouse or caring for the dairy  cows.   I often take my niece and nephew to feed the sheep, alpacas and ducks. I enjoy browsing through the mercantile store for locally made soap or jewelry or the vintage furniture.   We walk along the stream and through the greenhouse and I love peeking into the one unrestored greenhouse.   Of course we all enjoy the ice cream. My dad’s even brought home buckets of it, which you can b