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Tis the Season...

December 11th, 2013

Tis the Season...

I love the lights, the baubles, the glitter.

I don't know many other people who look forward to pulling everything out of closets and drawers and spending hours gussying up the house. But I love it. It's like the fun of shopping, the benefits of therapy and the thrill of exploration all rolled into one. Ignore the aching feet.

I love rediscovering all the stuff we've accumulated over the years. They're reminders of our travels and all of the big events in our lives. Wherever I go I try to pick up at least one or two tree ornaments that speak of that particular locale. The shimmering glass ball above is from the Museum of Glass in Tacoma, Washington...

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Getting the hang of it?

November 11th, 2013

Getting the hang of it?

This is me.
No, I don't mean I'm a bright green gecko hanging on with tiny suction feet to a heliconia.
I mean, this is how I feel. Upside down and turned around. To explain: This is my third blog post, but if you click on my Blogs link you will find only two. Or more specifically, I HOPE you will find two.
You see, I have zapped the first one, somehow. It's in the interwebs blog graveyard and I can't bring it back.
I'm hoping against hope the third time will be the charm and this one will stick without somehow erasing the previous entry.
So wish me luck. And all you veteran bloggers out there, I can hear you snickering. Stop it.

Drenched.

November 10th, 2013

Drenched.

It's blustery in paradise. Last night the rain thundered down so heavily it scared the cat and drowned out the sounds of the TV. This morning I ventured out to survey the yard, looking for damage-- toppled plants, scattered roof shingles, clogged rain gutters. We had just planted a new plumeria tree. Well, it's hardly a tree at barely four feet tall, and I expected to see it on the ground, or bent, or buckled. But surprise! My little tree had bloomed. Even under the gloom of dense cloud cover still blanketing the island, my new plumeria blossoms gleamed, raindrops sparkling like tiny gems on velvet petals. Nature welcomes the rain. So do I. What a great day to be alive.