Now What?
We’ve been home for nearly two weeks. It continues to fascinate me that I love being home as much as I love being in Vanda.
We’ve been home for nearly two weeks. It continues to fascinate me that I love being home as much as I love being in Vanda.
Magnificent birds. Gnarly old trees. Cactus. Lots of litter. Poverty. Opulence. Hardy wildflowers. Fast food galore. Dust. Wind. Heat. Cold. Wet at the ocean. Dry
I consider myself to be pretty hardy [that, opposed to hearty which describes my open heart], yet this ridiculously cold time in Florida has tested
It’s my birthday! I am 68 years old today, yikes! And what a glorious day it is… We are staying in the Fred Gannon Rocky
–Rolling Stones, 1964 I have long been fascinated that my perception of time can shift, reflecting what is occurring during that time. For instance, if
Florida is fabulous, in a fickle sort of way. While no place is perfect, John and I used to think that we would retire in
Yep. We did it. We “camped” at a Love’s Travel and Truck Stop. We have zipped into a zillion Love’s travel stops over these nearly
As I sit cozily in the sunroom watching the wind strip the trees of their leaves, I feel grateful for this warm space, being snuggled