Last week the hub and I drove to Georgia and took a ferry from St. Mary’s to Cumberland Island National Seashore. We were greeted by a boulevard of trees. Welcome! The island is mysterious and kind of dreamy with it’s gnarled oak trees and Spanish moss, mansion ruins, unspoiled beaches—and wild horses. We stopped to take a few photos, others disappeared into the maritime forest in groups and pairs. Except an older woman, setting off solo, down the boulevard of trees…. Read more »

    I kind of have a fascination for barns.     I’m not sure why I’m drawn to barns and farm stuff. I’ve lived in apartments, houses, in the burbs, the city, and on military housing bases… but never in a barn, or on a farm.     Although I’ve lodged for a night in a converted horse barn in Ireland.   Someone could use a sugar cube.   Maybe it’s because I occasionally shared a room with an… Read more »

  Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door. ~Emily Dickinson   My sister and I used to babysit a lot when we were teenagers, and one of the perks (other than looking after cute cherubs of course) was scoping out the fridge or pantry.   After our respective babysitting gigs, my sister and I would then compare the loot we snacked on. Me:  They totally had Chef Boyardee. My sister:  Well, I got Twinkies and Dr…. Read more »