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"Home. The word circled comfortably in my mouth like bubble gum, swished around sweetly soft and satisfying. Home. Try saying it aloud to yourself. Home. Isn’t it like taking a bite of something lovely? If only we could eat words."
Sol Luckman

Me and my trusty Sony Cybershot!

The Lady Bankston Roses are just beginning to bloom. Soon we will have a riot of happy yellow blossoms, cascading over the fences and climbing the trees. Stay tuned...

Places of the Heart

Those of you that know me, have heard me talk about the lakehouse through the years. Some of you have been there. It is one of those places of the heart. It is where my husband took me one week after we met, where I grew to love his family, where I learned about "Yucca", where our children spent many a vacation swimming, riding the banana boat and playing "hide and seek" after dark, where I would sit at sunrise and watch the morning awaken, where I would float on rubber rafts and windsurfers, where I spent many an hour in the kitchen surrounded by women of the family and family friends, where I played lots of games around the kitchen table, where I learned to water-ski, where I learned that "debate" doesn't mean "argument" and where I would sit on that bench(or the one that preceeded it) and watch the children swim, the ducks float by, my husband windsurf or ski and sometimes just "chill". Most recently, it is where I celebrated my 23rd anniversary.

The lakehouse is part of who I am. Thank you Pat and Ken for providing this place of joy for family and friends! Thank you John, for making me a part of the family!

Unexpected Guests!

A couple of nights ago, Christy spotted three peacocks near the creek that runs behind our house. The next morning they landed in our back yard, where they hung out most of the day...even coming up onto the backporch and perching on the tables! I enticed this one for a closeup by tossing him a Cheez-it. We don't know where these peacocks came from but we certainly enjoyed their visit!

Happy 23rd Anniversary

to us!

Waking Up

to snow! I guess the groundhog was right.

"Sticks and stones will break our bones, but words will break our hearts."
Robert Fulghum