March's last Saturday
This morning is the annual meeting of our condo association's owners, it's a peaceful group and Linda enjoys going. There's lots to contemplate this year, with major repairs going on from the hurricane and only a few residents able to return to living in their units. It may be yet spring, but I'm thinking summer before we're back in 7H. Comparatively minor bother though, which is quite clear if one drives through Callaway and Millville where, I'm guessing, many folks did not have insurance and are left in the despair of impossibilities.
Facebook likes to do it to me with reminders of what was, this morning it's a picture I took of The Old Place on a spring day like this eight or ten years ago. No regrets because it was best, I sold it with overwhelming grief in 2014, just as Mom and Pop sold it in 1923 and moved to Georgia to escape the sea where they had lost Alfred. No regrets because two people don't need a thirteen room house and 7H suited us ideally, but history, memories, and love are only, as W P Alexander had it, closed in the sod.
An unbelievably beautiful spring morning here in South Walton, there ought to be a law against having days like this!
Facebook likes to do it to me with reminders of what was, this morning it's a picture I took of The Old Place on a spring day like this eight or ten years ago. No regrets because it was best, I sold it with overwhelming grief in 2014, just as Mom and Pop sold it in 1923 and moved to Georgia to escape the sea where they had lost Alfred. No regrets because two people don't need a thirteen room house and 7H suited us ideally, but history, memories, and love are only, as W P Alexander had it, closed in the sod.
An unbelievably beautiful spring morning here in South Walton, there ought to be a law against having days like this!