The below picture sums up the gorgeous place I grew up in known as the Finger Lakes, New York. Our big old farmhouse is nestled between the two longest lakes, Cayuga lake and Seneca lake – being a bit closer to Cayuga and easy access to my Grandpa’s house right along it’s shores.
I made my way back to New York on Friday for a little over two weeks. Flights were fairly straightforward for once, only hour and a half delay, so a long wait in Philly, but it could have been worse. Of course I came back to snow and ice, but gorgeous warmish spring weather! New York never ceases to amaze me.