Saturday, June 23, 2012
I have spent the last three summers tooling around Northern Ohio; beautiful backroads, wonderful weather, and Lake Erie offers a plethora of water activities. My time spent with 'My Daisies' this summer was a ton of fun...alas it comes to an end at oh-dark-thirty in the morning when we set out for a car trip back to Florida with my Daisy Ann and the Little Sprout (her great-granddaughter) Kyah.
My Daisies are the glue that has held my life together all too often, they are the ballast when I have felt like keeling over, and they are the incentive I have for staying active and engaged so as to enjoy my golden years. My Daisies have mentored me through the single motherhood years, helped rear my children, helped me survive the teenage years, and have taught me how to embrace life - wringing every last drop of joy from each day.
I've enjoyed the summer weather, cruising along the backroads in Ann's big Mercury....floating is more like it. Floating over the hilly asphalt as it winds through some of the most beautiful farmland in the country; it's reassuring really, to see the lush corn, wheat, and soybeans...the pristine farm houses, huge silos, and immaculate kitchen gardens. The Amish populate this area; horse and buggies are hitched to the post outside the IGA store, homemade baked goods, meats, and cheeses abound in the local markets, and the faithful preserve a life that mimics a bygone era. I'm amazed at the lifestyle and try not to stare at the Amish with their handmade clothing, hats, and homogenous look.
Three days spent relaxing, enjoying each other's company, eating, cruising the backroads, and of course laughing....always laughing.
July 3, 2013 Typical Pennsylvania Road I always hate saying ‘Goodbye’ to my Dad. He won’t travel since Mom passed several years ago, which means I don’t see him except in the summer when I travel North - or every few years during the Holidays. I’ve learned many things from my Dad; some of the lessons came hard, some of the lessons were difficult, and unfortunately, most of the lessons were learned much later in life. Had I paid attention the first time, my journey would not have been as rough, and my ability to grasp the many opportunities presented to me would have been easier. As my Dad and I both age, we get a long better, and our relationship had deepened after my Mom passed...for this I am grateful. I left Indiana early this morning - taking 35S - the fields were shrouded in a chilly mist as the sun cast a pinkish glow to the East. I was filled with anticipation that I was going to see Frank Lloyd Wright’s ‘Falling Water’ home south of Pittsburgh. When I selected
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