I took the above photo on Sunday.
Air conditions are off. Heat pumps and furnaces are off. Goldilocks is enjoying this “just right” weather. Everything is quiet, and I hear something rustling in the brush. Continue reading “Four Days for Goldilocks”
What a perfect night for Halloween in suburban Chicago 2018. The temperature requires only a sweater. The sky displays layers of pale yellow to pinkish-gray, reflecting onto golden glowing trees.
Continue reading “A Glimpse of Halloween”
On April 30th I walked along the creek near our house, and below is what it looked like.
I’d completely forgotten that hopeful feeling that comes with spring.
The breeze caresses my skin like cool mint.
My hair gently flows in its wake.
Cold? Really? You’ve got to be kidding me.
The simple things in life entertain me. You have no idea how happy I am to experience autumn. After living in Florida for more than twenty years. I miss it so. (For those who missed my other blogs about my visit back home to the Chicago suburbs, click here, here and here.)
Most of you likely get to experience this every year, so these photos may be nothing new to you. But, oh how they tickle my soul and save the wonderful memory for me.
This is the time of year I start to get nostalgic, and sometimes melancholy.
Where I grew up in the Midwest, my family and I spent Sundays watching football. We were die-hard fans, even when our team was losing and the games were blacked out. We listened to them on the radio when that happened. Younger Bears fans probably couldn’t imagine Soldier Field not selling out and subsequent blackouts. Continue reading “This Time of Year”