If we were having coffee this weekend…I would brag about this sage tree…(Are they trees?). This one is and lives on my patio. It blooms periodically, actually quite frequently which surprises me. It serves two purposes..one it attracts bees (we know this is good!) and it serves to make me aware. See, I don’t know… Continue reading Our weekend coffee~ the sage
via Daily Prompt: Volume The sea serves my hopes with splendid abundance, encouraging my dreams, comforting my fears. Perfection in volumes of earth, salt, shell, and sand to caress my anxiety.
“There will be NO snakes!” The perpetually smiling realtor assured us from the covered lanai. “Um, are you positively SURE?”. The words flew out of my mouth, even though I was trying hard to be upbeat and excited. We were shopping for a place to settle into for a year or more and having a… Continue reading Landing Spot~
Today is the third day in the Great Search Adventure…the one in which we discover or eliminate (or both) our Perfect Town. We have a list, oh yes….it varies just a wee bit from day to day but primarily must include: water, palm trees, quaint town with vital community and thriving shops, art, and culture….There… Continue reading ~The great search~
If we were having coffee, I would offer you a windjacket. The wacky, weathered, beachy grill we have chosen for our respite is a bit breezy today. Open to the Indian River view, it crawls down the hillside toward a campsite of beach chairs and picnic tables. The waiters are prepared today, wrapped in sweaters… Continue reading ~If we were having coffee~
Well, we did do the deed….we sold our lovely, little, goofy old cottage in the Rockies, and moved to the ocean! I have not yet fully grasped all that this means, although I am quite sure I shall never forget the entire ordeal. This, my friends, is the reason I have been off the blogosphere… Continue reading ~WE DID IT!~
Wishing all of the country a very sincere Happy Independence Day! Interestingly enough, I was coming of age during our Viet Nam years, and considered myself a pacifist, a rebel, and a rather modest hippie. Growing up in Texas meant the radical edges of hippiedom weren’t part of the term we embodied. We wore braids… Continue reading Humble and Proud~