My wife's grandfather was laid to rest this past week on a cold, wintery day in central Ohio. His death has called us to his homestead to gather as family in remembrance of a life well lived and a man well loved.
This was the reason for our recent travelings and I took the opportunity to visit one of my favorite small parks along the swollen Little Darby River (the site of many childhood canoing expeditions).
Here are a few pictures that brought me joy in the midst of this muddy winter's day.
Oh, and some cats for good measure.
