Home from New Orleans and a great adventure with one of my besties. Alone in the big house for a bit, I’ve cranked up the stereo — Crosby, Stills, Nash, &Young (Taylor & Reeves): Deja Vu. Still one of the greatest albums of all time, a Mother’s Day gift from the greatest son of all time; or at least my favorite son, who made it safely to his destination for his next adventure. I’m feeling pretty content. Serene. Thankful.
The Spring has finally come to the Front Range of Colorado. Birds are nesting, seeds are sprouting, trees are blossoming. There is news of babies being born and more on the way. We’ve had rains to ease the dryness, and there is a snow pack to feed a run-off to the streams and rivers. Sometimes, you just have to stop and count your blessings — name them one by one, as the old hymn goes.
Tonight I feel like a very wealthy woman. If you’re reading this, I’m further blessed. Thank you for being with me as I wander down this road.
