Fall is on its way, there is no doubt. My favorite pregnant doe from spring has had her fawn. Mommy eats from my feeding stations, while her fawn wanders by my cabin windows in search of new treasures. She is losing her spots now as we move toward autumn, and soon she will blend more with the foliage as it turns a rusty brown.
Each year at this time I yearn to leave on a vacation that will bring a different beauty than the one I view each day. One of majestic mountain ranges, ocean vistas, or slot canyons of the Southwest. Which one will I choose?
It will be Maine. Cadillac mountain, hiking, biking, sea glass hunting, or watching the boats come and go each day. I can hardly wait. Vacation is a little more important to me this time. I've battled my health issues and have worked hard doing it. Now it is time to see if I can whip this tired body back into the strong active one that helped me win these challenges. I am alive. I have survived. And I will thrive with God's love for me.
If you listen carefully, you may hear me laugh and giggle in my joy from the East Coast of Maine. Feels like coming home each time I cross the border. Here I come, are you ready for me?
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