Note: Just like me, this page is a work-in-progress. In the next day or two, I’ll add photos of the alpacas, of Rugby and Griff, and even my Vibe. [Smiles!]
The Charm of Country Living
When I moved from a quarter-acre suburban lot in sunny Florida to a farm outside Memphis a few years ago, I traded worn-out flip-flops for boots. I wore out one pair and got a second.
They may look spiffy in this photo, but it wasn’t long before they were as dusty-dirty as the first pair. So my third pair are heavy-duty black.
I seldom wear them anymore though. Two of the pigs were sold and two others ended up in the freezer. The chickens–well, let’s just say the foxes and raccoons ate heartily. (The experience was so unnerving I doubt I’ll ever raise a chicken again.)
Long ago, while living in that Florida suburb, I got a strange whim I never expected to come true.
I wanted an alpaca.
In a strange turn of events, God gave me not just one but an entire herd. Yes, my friend, even pipe dreams come true sometime.
During this season of my life, I’ve done things I’ve never done before. But the season is winding down. The alpaca were sold and sometime next year I’ll be leaving this place I’ve come to love and moving back to the Sunshine State. Another place I love.
The Love of Random Travel
“On the road again!”
This Willie Nelson classic phrase is the text I send to my kids whenever I hop in my car for a road trip.
With an audiobook rented from Cracker Barrel in my CD player, my GPS stuck to the windshield, and a full tank of gas, I’m ready to roll.
The odometer on my little black Pontiac Vibe shows I’ve driven over 145,000 miles since I bought it seven years ago. Together we’ve been in 25 states and the District of Columbia.
Without my Vibe, I’ve been to — states, and I’m hoping to make it to the rest.
My most recent trip–another dream come true–was to Canada. I share photos in a series of posts called Exploring Prince Edward Island.
The Joy of Treasured Moments
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The Grace of Writing
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If I’m not too distracted by the outside view, the story taking shape in my head and my heart comes to life beneath my fingertips.
Perhaps the tingliest thrill of writing comes when the characters do the unexpected.
I love those moments.