En route to Woodstock...
We took the Amtrack train upstate again, because it's easier and a lot more pleasant than renting a car. We had less than two full days to spend with my mother, Q's YaYa, in Woodstock, since she was in between returning from a lengthy fly fishing trip to Iceland, and driving north to the Adirondacks to a weekend with friends.
Q was thrilled to see YaYa at the Rhinecliffe train station, but by the time we arrived in Woodstock, Q had passed out cold after our first few fevered days of meeting and greeting in the city.
In the car, YaYa gave Q a small gift from the Iceland Air trip - a flight bag full of travel provisions, which lit Q up!
Once rested and cleaned up, my mother served us a typically artful lunch of homemade curried chicken salad and fresh blueberries, decorated with flowers from her beautiful gardens.
Q then had the much-anticipated honour of helping to feed the fish in the ponds.
Emma, my mother's Australian Sheepdog, was there to help out.