Returning to places and people you love dearly is always a risk. What if you simply cannot bring yourself to go home? It is no secret I left my beloved Sarasota kicking and screaming. I do not transplant well. I get attached to things: Trees. architecture, incredibly green, huge, tropical leaves, turquoise oceans, beach babies looking like human palominos, shade dappled roads with incredible oak colonnades.
The welcoming arms of people I love.
I brought him a shirt, and the cookie jar.
To his credit I think he was touched by this gift. It is a family story this pig, but when you have just one cookie pig and multiple children then more pigs are needed. This is why an Aunt Fishy is a good thing to have. The truth is I cannot think of a better gift than one which speaks of love. This nephew has had many a delight from the original pig.Judging by the cake and the testimonial wall I suspect he will have a full jar for life.
The Farmer's market was a delight. I went with three generations of loves. We came a bit late, 9:30 because we had all stayed long at the party the night before. We were eager for our breakfasts . I indulged in a serving of sweet potato bread pudding and raspberry tea. Yum. I love the sights, sounds, smells of a good outdoor market. This one has many dogs, some on foot, many in strollers
wearing clothes. I find this disturbing. I like for a dog to be a dog.
I could hear wind chimes at Mama's gravesite. Not the one I hung in the tree for her.
The tree was nearly encapsulated in heavy moss. I don't think I have ever seen a year with more moss. The part of the tree where I hung her wind chime was completely massed in the stuff. It did not matter. With each soft breeze there was a sweet song
offered. I was fine with that. God cannot be conquered by moss. Nor love.
Hits Ocala is held at Post Time Farm. The horse show grounds are laid out inside the race track. It is huge. Ringling,Barnum and Bailey would have been jealous at the number of rings all going at the same time.
I like the culture of horse shows. Families are here with the kids, the horses, the dogs, the grannies. It is a way of life I admire. At this particular level families secure berths for grooms and steeds for this 6 week season. The kids are in school, the parents have careers so they fly in to the show on Fridays and back home on Sunday nights. But there are others who live within range and trailer in for the day to take their place in the sun.
I left before I had intended. Tornado watch, heavy winds, sporadic rains, dropping temperatures began to erode my pleasure in the experience. And I missed my family.
So the Fizz and I headed home. What is funny is on the way to this journey I was also headed home. Thus I traveled from home to home and then back home again. This is a present. To feel I am home in many locations, in the embrace of my many loves. Sweet.
Today it was back to trying to understand why this project is again delayed. There were three e-mails from Keith asking what could be done to " keep this project moving".
It's a valid question. It needs an answer.
Welcome home to the hot water Fishy.