May 19th marked the second year anniversary of our move out of Florida and back to where I grew up in the Chicago suburbs. Many of you who followed me in Florida, know how much I wanted out. Still, I wasn’t sure how well I’d do back home after twenty-seven years away.
The day after Memorial Day and for the rest of that week, I became scarce online. Do you know why? It was my wedding anniversary and we went to check out a cascade.
I find Nature’s instinct and changes fascinating. Never afraid of what lies behind the corner as It dies and gives life once again.
Last summer I took lots of pictures of berries.
I’d completely forgotten that hopeful feeling that comes with spring.
You knew it was coming…my observations on life and the differences between the two states where I’ve lived. First half of my life I lived in Illinois . . .
People walk here. I probably see double the amount of people walking in my new neighborhood in the Chicago suburbs then back in Florida where I lived.
There are also more people at parks, on bikes and sitting out on their porches. I wondered how the Sunshine State could have less people interested in the outdoors. I rarely saw people sitting outside there.