RETIREMENT IN KALAMAZOO AND TAKING TIME TO REMINISCE

 

A series of essays….

OUR HOME AND GARDEN IN KALAMAZOO ARE PROGRESSING
NICELY. LOOKING FORWARD TO SHORT, PLANNED GETAWAYS
IN ORDER TO JUMPSTART OUR NEW TRAVEL LIFE.

….as seen through my eyes!

By: Jacqueline E Hughes

No one warned me that after my husband retired, and despite already spending over one year within Covid-19 precautionary conditions, that we would be busier than ever! 

Retirement is only a word. It is not a death sentence or even a number that defines who we are in relationship to how many years we have already spent on this earth; how much time we have left to spend. If we think or believe in finite terms only, we have already written our later years off as unimportant, unproductive, and not worth seeing through with dignity and self respect.

Finding a decent blend between working at whatever you love to do and taking breaks from everything you do in any given day, is highly important. Even if a break consists of a few minutes of meditation or sitting out on the back deck to watch golfers pretend that they are good at the game, the mental downtime is so worth it. This break reminds us of the importance of resuming whatever it is we’ve started. Being both physically and mentally sharp as we strive to do our best along the way, contributes to a much needed sense of balance in our lives.

Spending several hours each day writing is as natural to me as drinking my coffee in the morning. I can get lost in time during this period, very early in the day, and find that three hours have passed by as if I’d merely blinked them away! One of my first published poems was, ironically, entitled Time, as if losing myself between the click, click, click of the ‘second hand’ was always going to be a part of my life and I’d realized this fact a very long time ago.

Dan has lived a highly productive, full life within the construction business in various places around the country and has adapted well to learning the trade no matter what the terrain. He understands first-hand how building apartments in the middle of a snowstorm in Michigan differs from having to dynamite rock in West Virginia in order to create buildable space, and what an important role the water table plays while building in Florida. 

Today, he is spending his time remodeling our little cottage here in Kalamazoo. After everything he’s accomplished in the field of construction, you might think this would be a fairly simple task. Well, not really. Change orders still inundate his work day—only now they are coming from his wife as his client, (critic), and co-worker throughout various projects. I am the design person who relies on the brawn and expertise that I know he can deftly supply. I’m not so naive as to believe that he always feels our working relationship to be ideal, but I do know that it all seems to be working out for us with each project we complete.

Recently, with more people becoming fully vaccinated, we’ve decided that taking a short break from construction and routine could be more than sitting on the back deck relaxing and taking in the view. It’s been almost three years since we left our life and friends in Florida and It’s time to pay that life a visit and reminisce for a little while. So, with Covid-19 realities in mind, the planning stages have begun, and I couldn’t be more excited!

BRILLIANT SUNSET OVER THE GULF OF MEXICO

While we plan, life goes on and several big ticket items have definitely shaken us to the core. And, like most retirees, we question if spending money on this trip is feasible right now. Our car is in the ‘shop’ being worked on and the air conditioning unit for the house has decided it no longer desires to keep us cool and comfortable now that we’re heading into the heat of summer. (Enormous hugs and thanks to our friends who offered their air conditioned homes to help guard us from a possible meltdown. You know who you are!!) But, we still have smiles on our faces and understand these challenges to be stepping stones rather than giant boulders blocking our future plans.

I saw a post recently that featured a famous quote by the Italian filmmaker, Federico Fellini, which read: “One of the greatest handicaps is to fear a mistake. You have stopped yourself. You have to move freely into the arena, not just to wait for the perfect situation, the perfect moment… If you have to make a mistake, it’s better to make a mistake of action than one of inaction.” Sound advice for all of us who have reached retirement age and beyond.

I was fascinated by this quote because I know what it feels like to be paralyzed and do nothing while being afraid of doing or saying the wrong thing. This tactic kept me from finishing my book by feeling I was not good enough; I believed I was doing the wrong thing and not following all of the rules. I was afraid of doing or saying something “wrong” so, I did and said nothing at all. Eventually, I came to the conclusion that these so-called mistakes and fears are as bad as the mistake of doing absolutely nothing. 

I am learning—even at my age, I am learning to take action for my own life and make those mistakes with the confidence of someone who knows that she learns by her mistakes. Like a room filled with every color imaginable, I will extract energy from these colors and continue on. 

CHIMICHANGA FROM DON JULIO’S MEXICAN KITCHEN 

 CHICKEN WITH COCONUT CURRY BROTH ~
PHO VINH VIETNAMESE DINING

So, on with our plans to revisit the haunts that we loved so much in Orlando: restaurants, independent book stores, tea shops, wine bars, sandy beaches (along the Gulf and Atlantic coastline), walking the campus of Rollins College, having pedicures, and shopping at Publix grocery stores, again. Oh, how I miss my Publix! Often it’s the simple things in life that motivate us straight into our happy place. 

Dan and I like to call this trip back to Orlando our ‘littlest adventure’ that will lead the way back to epic adventures as time goes by. It’s our first set of baby steps that are walking us out of this pandemic and into a healthier future. Let us all plan away and release ourselves from the tentacles that have held us in place for so long. Besides, road trips can be as much fun (sometimes even more so) as a cross-country flight. It may take a bit longer to arrive at your final destination, but you have such diverse attractions along the way.

Please get fully vaccinated and then plan your first trip with the peace of mind that we all deserve while venturing out into the world, once again. Enjoy life to the fullest each day—because that’s what living is all about.

Copyright © 2021 by Jacqueline E Hughes

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AS SIMPLE AS CHANGING THE CHANNEL

 

A series of essays….

A SURREAL MORNING OFFERING PLENTY OF SURPRISES 

….as seen through my eyes!

By: Jacqueline E Hughes

Waking up one morning this past week to write, daydream, and listen to the world so early in the day, I was struck by the offering of softness and mystery right outside my window. Enchanting is the best way to describe this particular experience. Please allow me to explain.

If you are fortunate enough to have ‘a room with a view’ and this view is chameleon-like with subtle changes happening with each passing moment, life can be enriching and beautiful each time you turn your head and glance outside to capture a new image before you. My view represents a world that never stands still and often delights the senses in many rich and interesting ways.

My outlook onto the world beyond my French doors can be as stimulating as caffeine in the morning, as beautiful as a grandchild’s smile, and as natural as a scene from Sir David Attenborough’s narrative documentary, Our Planet. The rain falling gently onto the new plantings of our garden generates softness. A maniacal northern storm with lightening ripping through the multi-gray toned cloud cover suggests danger and excitement. The powdering of the first snow in November enriches our sense of well-being and the thought of how all things must rest before bursting back into life in the springtime.

THE TREES BEYOND THE FENCE
GENERATE A FEELING OF SURREALISM

My view startled me that particular morning as I suddenly felt like I was under the sea and lost in a swirling rhythm of shadows brought about by gyrating grasses and filtered light. The trees beyond the fence generated a feeling of surrealism by the irrational juxtaposition of images making the scene feel unworldly and almost fragile. I was transfixed by the visions before me. 

Finally able to think beyond the floating trees held in place by the mist of an early morning fog that engulfed everything in sight and reaching for my camera, I was able to capture a simple portion of the multi-layered scene stretching out beyond the glass. Trees I’d become familiar with in the distance turned into mere shadows as the trees in front of them marched to a stronger beat until the trees near the fence seemed as black as the eternal darkness of a moonless night. And then, I felt movement.

SHE LOOKED LIKE SHE WAS POSING JUST FOR ME!

Out of the dense fog, like a choreographed scene from a Disney movie, waltzed Bambi’s mom, in all her glory, staring through the elongated triangles of chain link and right into my eyes! With her curves and lines softened by the misty surroundings, she posed like a professional model until I slipped the camera away and watched her saunter along the fence line with ease and grace.

Following closely behind her was the remainder of her coffee klatch that morning: two additional doe lingered in her gentle wake as all three made their way east and, eventually, out of sight.

THREE FRIENDS HAPPILY SURVIVING
WITHIN THE WILDERNESS OF
AN URBAN GOLF COURSE

Being fully aware of their presence many times before, we’ve come to believe that the golf course is their refuge, their home; a fenced-in park that’s groomed and maintained specifically for them. I have seen these three traverse the long fairways crosswise, prancing between golfing foursomes as if they were threading a needle that stretched five fairways wide. That morning, they had the park all to themselves and they were luxuriating in this fact.

Our window to the outside world beyond the deck is amazing. As easily as remotely changing the station on a television, set-up with multi-channel cable capability, we experience sunny, foggy, rainy, and snowy backdrops. The deer and rabbits continue to munch on our vegetation as if they were grazing at the sample counters of the local Costco. A family of raccoons are born in the hollow of one of our tall oak trees and four tiny noses peek out from high above. The bulbous, bright pink peonies sway in the gentle breezes. And, spectacular sunsets illuminate the evening sky, often rivaling those I’ve witnessed on visits to Sedona!

THE TREES NEAREST THE FENCE SEEMED
AS BLACK AS THE ETERNAL DARKNESS 
OF A MOONLESS NIGHT

Each season, each month, each week, and each day offers up a new selection of entertainment. All we have to do is look for it and acknowledge the life and beauty that surrounds us. How fortunate we are to find such comfort, peace, and love right in our own backyards.

Author’s Note: Warm congratulations to our beautiful niece, Caitlin, on giving birth to her daughter on June 9, 2021! Wishing all of you a world of 💕 Love.

Copyright © 2021 by Jacqueline E Hughes

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“IF IT HAPPENED ONCE, IT CAN HAPPEN AGAIN”

 

A series of essays….

ONE OF THE MANY MURALS THAT CAN BE SEEN ALONG THE
CITY’S WALLS IN TULSA, OKLAHOMA, TODAY, IN
MEMORY OF THE TULSA RACE MASSACRE

     Credit: slate.com

….as seen through my eyes!

By: Jacqueline E Hughes

The goal was to lighten the story and to intentionally forget the lingering damage of the event.

What incident within the history of our country would you believe the line above might be referring to? It could be about each mass shooting that has heartbreakingly touched our lives over the past two decades beginning with the Columbine High School Massacre in 1999 which obliterated thirteen innocent lives and left many others both physically and mentally damaged for life.

I have a grudge or beef with someone. I have access to guns or the capability to buy them. Therefore, I have a license to kill. 

We are a gun toting, axe grinding, Wild, Wild West kind of society who values gun rights over human rights and the past two decades of carnage, death of innocence, and destruction appears to be just the tip of this monstrous iceberg.

Having lived in Orlando, Florida, when one man of color, George Zimmerman, decided he had the right to take the life of a black teen, Trayvon Martin, and another shooter, Omar Mateen, slaughtered forty-nine innocent young adults and wounded fifty-three more while they were enjoying the evening listening to music and dancing at the Pulse Nightclub; I recall being caught in the middle of this nightmare logistically and emotionally and they both weigh heavily on my mind to this day.

 

  GEORGE ZIMMERMAN          TRAYVON MARTIN

Sadly, the ‘brush it under the rug’ defense for many of these massacres has been a part of this nation’s mindset for a very long time. So much so that our school textbooks (my own high school U.S. History textbook), indicate that the publishers of these books have chosen for years not to include instances of hate crimes affiliated with white supremacy under the assumption that all men are not created equal! For decades our students have been cheated of the knowledge of actual events that could and should have helped to shape their lives in one way or another.

Listening to a middle-aged, black lawyer being interviewed and referencing his lack of knowledge of the Tulsa Race Massacre of 1921 until recently and having him admit to the fact that even within his own Tulsa educational career, nothing was mentioned about this monumental event—sends chills down my spine. He did not know about the history of his own people and he lives in the city where it all happened! Think about that for a second. Our educational system certainly has some catching up to do on Black American history!

The goal was to lighten the story and to intentionally forget the lingering damage of the event.

You might think that as slave stories were kept alive through sermons and hymns throughout the years, something this horrendous might be emblazoned upon the minds of those having lived through it no matter what color their skin happened to be. So tight was the noose around the necks of these unconscious souls, their fear for their own lives cut-off the oxygen of reason to the brain that caused them to conveniently forget the lingering damage of this event while feeling that, “If it happened once, it can happen again.”

100 YEARS LATER, 107-YEAR-OLD SURVIVOR
OF THE TULSA RACE MASSACRE, VIOLA
FLETCHER, WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER..

      Credit: Viola Fletcher, By cartoonist: J.D. Crowe

If the history books failed to include the murder of possibly over 300 Black men, women, and children, many of whom were thrown in mass graves like rabid animals after a slaughter, similar to the Jewish population in Europe during the Holocaust, and having recently lived through the race riots and the major pandemic of 1918–what other events have white supremacists intentionally forgotten to mark down in page after page of our history books? How many new horrors have yet to be discovered and brought into the light of day? 

The blatant disregard for all humans and their rights has made it easier for haters to show their faces and take-up arms against what they consider to be the Establishment. Case in point would be the insurrection at the Capitol Building this past January 6, 2021. 

The goal was to lighten the story and to intentionally forget the lingering damage of the event.

Prompted by the most noted white supremacist today and grand leader of the hatred for all persons of color, our 45th president had preconceived ideas within his agenda long before entering the White House; long before his electoral collage election of 2016. His goals were transparent and consisted of ridding the nation of persons of color, resurrect white supremacy across the land, and establish himself as dictator of the United States while using his status to monetarily rape middle class and poor Americans along the way. His unconscious pawns carrying guns, knives, poison sprays, and sharpened objects became his warriors-in-hate and took up arms against the Constitution of the United States and those who chose to uphold its written laws. 

MADNESS ON CAPITOL HILL ~ JANUARY 6, 2021

                 

            Credit: TVLine

And, just like those who lightened the story of the Tulsa Race Massacre in 1921, certain elected officials are doing so today in the hope that we will forget the lingering damage of this event. As if the videos of this coup do not exist, they would like us to believe that this mob was there to take selfies in front of the Capitol Building as mementos for their children. They live in a fantasy world artfully directed by the money, power, and lust of powerful individuals determined to control us.

Where were the videos of the Tulsa Race Massacre hidden for all of these years? The videos illustrating deputized white men holding guns and rifles as they led Black American citizens, wrists tied with rope, along the smoldering streets of their own town to their imminent deaths. Where were the still photos of this massacre kept from us nearly a century in time? Photos of Black families thrown across their front fence like death’s jewelry for all to witness; an elderly Black couple kneeling by the side of their bed in prayer while being shot in the back of the head, execution style; a man tied with rope around his waist and dragged behind a vehicle, his head bouncing along the pavement; and people of all ages, zombie-like, walking the streets that were laden with dead bodies and debris.

Just as the mass graves of this massacre are being dug up today in order to determine the identities of the victims placed there one hundred years ago, the videos, photos, and information about this massacre have only recently been uncovered in the year 2001, but were brought to light by Michelle Price, the executive director of the Tulsa Historical Society & Museum, in 2012.

President Biden will not allow us to forget this dark history that actually exists, whether we believe it to be true or not. We will learn more about it, retain what we discover, teach it as a part of Black American history, and focus on controlling the hate that allowed it to happen in the first place. This is a game plan for people who believe in the Constitution, respect all people no matter their race, religion, or economic status, and believe and trust in the equality and justice of a true democratic society.

“IF IT HAPPENED ONCE, 
IT CAN HAPPEN AGAIN….!”

The Biden administration will not allow us to forget why and by whom our own Capitol Building was attacked. We will always remember when officers and civilians died in their own attempts to protect or destroy our democracy. We must never fail to recall the insurrection of January 6, 2021–no matter how much the far right would like to ‘lighten the story’ and have us forget.

Copyright © 2021 by Jacqueline E Hughes

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ZOOM, ZOOM, ZOOM!

 

A series of essays….

WHO DOESN’T REMEMBER OUR FAVORITE ‘ZOOM-ZOOM’ CHARACTERS 
SEEN EVERY SATURDAY MORNING: WILE E. COYOTE & THE ROAD RUNNER…
BEEP BEEP!

Source: tvtropes

….as seen through my eyes!

By: Jacqueline E Hughes

If you look at the word zoom closely or for an extended period of time, your eyes begin to cross and you may find you lose all recognition of this simple, four-letter word! If you look at any word long enough, it just doesn’t make sense any longer. It’s all a matter of what the eyes perceive and what messages they send to the brain. When we over exercise the message, our eyes tend to see the image in a different way. We know the word is zoom. We know the meaning of the word zoom. However, our eyes look at the word and it changes how we see it: we analyze the structure of the word instead of the word as an entire entity and it becomes strange to us.

I think we all do this with words at one time or another. There must be a scientific term applied to this phenomenon!

Meanwhile, I’m thinking back on how this word, zoom, has fit into my life long before Zoom Links and Zoom Meetings. Even my parent’s black, box camera was equipped with minor zoom capabilities and produced some of the best (black & white) photos that I, and others my age, cherish to this day. My first all inclusive zoom camera, the Minolta compact zoom camera with wrist strap, gave me the freedom to take it anywhere and have at the ready while my children were quite young.  

THE CAMERA THAT TAUGHT ME
TO BETTER UNDERSTAND AND ENJOY THE
ART OF PHOTOGRAPHY: CANON AE-1

The camera that truly changed my life was the Canon AE-1 film camera that Dan surprised me with at a birthday celebration long ago. It was classified in the ‘heavy weight’ division of cameras and was the friend who taught me the major capabilities of a powerful zoom lens, how to gauge lighting to the best advantage, and enjoy, in general, the functionality of a well-made camera. After adding a telephoto or long focus lens to it, I felt as though I could swing by the office, pick-up my National Geographic lanyard, and proceed to fly off to some exotic location on a photo shoot!

By 2003, the Sony Digital Still Camera (DSC-V1) with Memory Stick and Smart Zoom was the new rage in camera technology. Before Smart Phones displaced the singular camera as most used for sharp, beautiful imagery, it was the Canon EOS Rebel, lightweight and highly efficient, that truly revolutionized the digital world for me. This camera with its intelligent zoom lens was highly prized and used more than any camera I have ever owned—at least until Steve Jobs changed our way of thinking about all-in-one performance of camera, phone, and computer.

In October of 2000 a young boy named Micah Kanters from Chicago uttered the two words that rang out across our television screens in the form of, “Zoom, zoom!” when Mazda used his face and voice to launch a thousand sedans. Micah is now a thirty-one year-old lawyer with a wife and newborn child of his own. This Mazda catch phrase soon became Mazda’s official slogan and the company’s first globally-unified marketing campaign.

MICAH KANTERS TODAY AT THIRTY-ONE
WITH HIS WIFE AND CHILD

Credit: Micah Kanters

Upon leaving our home in Orlando two years ago, a sight I miss the most is when incoming airplanes made their decent just to the west of our home and landed five miles away at OIA, Orlando International Airport. The zoom and gentle glide of huge, bulky jetliners taking off and landing has always fascinated me and I could watch them ‘do their thing’ for hours on end. 

Living in Eaton Rapids, Michigan, years ago, I would look up into the summer sky and follow the gentle criss-cross pattern of the white, high altitude contrails made by the jets streaming through the gentle, blue sky while making their way in every possible  direction. Where did they originate from and what was their particular destination? I would make-up short stories about the people in the planes and live vicariously through them as we landed in Hawaii, New Zealand, Quebec City, or among the bright lights of Paris. Then I would zoom off in a taxi to my imaginary destination to be filled with action and excitement.

For now, anyway, the real action zooming around me these days is in the garden. Filled with old and new plantings and lively colors each spring, it guarantees to attract the lively bees out for a tasty snack while they gather pollen to be distributed along their zig-zagging flight itinerary. I used to be frightened by their presence as a child and swat away at them if they came too close. Now, well, now they have become friends as I, and many others, have learned to value and dearly appreciate their close friendship. Today, I look at them and smile while being charmed by their important task and very existence.

The days of zooming around taking one child to ballet class and the other to her guitar lesson are in the past. However, having to keep a multitude of work related appointments each week has helped me fully appreciate attending Zoom Meetings—for now. The convenience of a Zoom Meeting is very powerful, my friends. It allows us to be in many places with people from all over the globe without the inconvenience of major stress, travel time, or related expenses. It has not only kept us in touch with family and friends, but we’ve had the opportunity to experience real-time museum tours, walk the streets of Paris with our own guide, attend classes, and all while a global pandemic had us firmly in its grasp. Zoom Meetings could be the lifesaving concept we accept as the norm in the months and years to come.

Today I look at this four-letter word, zoom, with new eyes and ask: Is our once fast paced world learning positive lessons from our extreme pandemic one? That verdict may still be out until we are once again free to move about the world in peace, harmony and good health. Life has changed from what we knew it to be—and, I believe we should come to terms with many of these changes. Things do happen for good reasons and opening up our mind to them just may be a lot of what this past year has been all about.

Copyright © 2021 by Jacqueline E Hughes

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FROM MONET TO GARDENERS EVERYWHERE: CAPTURING THE DEVELOPMENT OF EXPRESSIVE ART

A series of essays….

SO DELIGHTFUL TO THE EYE — A LARGE BOWL
OF DELICATE, COLORFUL CALLA LILIES!

….as seen through my eyes!

By: Jacqueline E Hughes

I love it when the evening sunlight spreads itself so generously across the golf course behind our cottage. The Master Pastry Chef has outdone Herself as she generously smooths lemon buttercream along the gentle hills and slopes of the eighth fairway and splashes the trees and newly formed leaves with glittering fragments of gold leaf. Tree trunks are illuminated with pure light as the sun slowly sets in the western sky and I wonder if the playfulness of the sun and clouds will offer a sideshow of plum and salmon ribbons of color bursting through the diminishing blue sky. I can only sit here and hope to witness more of God’s magic as evening flows into night shadows.

THE EVENING SUNLIGHT LIBERALLY
FLOWS ACROSS THE EIGHTH FAIRWAY!

Our little cottage remains a constant work in progress, inside and out. We always knew this would be the case going into this rather large project almost six years ago while still living and working in Orlando. How can one fail to nurture and love something as giving as the roof and four walls that protect you from the elements and coddles you in such an indulgent way? Whatever work we do on our little cottage, the joy of living here comes back to us ten times over.

RHODODENDRON AND LAVENDER 
FILL THE SMALL FRONT YARD.

Yesterday, before sitting at our back deck to relax and observe the highlighting of the eighth fairway, we spent the day in Claude Monet mode, manipulating light and shadow to portray landscapes in a groundbreaking manner; arbiters of our personal works of art. Instead of depicting water lilies resting on a serene pond and Japanese footbridges, we filled cornflower blue and terra cotta pots with calla lilly pastels, the rich greens of rosemary and sage, and marigolds popping with the brightness of tangerine orange and sunshine yellow.

As a young man, Monet always enjoyed the outdoors. He had spent his entire youth moving from town to town along the river Seine. But wherever he lived, he planted flowers. He justified his obsessive garden-making on the grounds that flowers gave him a subject to paint while he was indoors. We learned about this specific point on our visit to the artist’s garden and home in Giverny, France, located fifty miles northwest of Paris, a few years ago. We were fortunate to have walked along the famous gravel paths, drifted under the arbors clad in a profusion of color and fragrant scents that arched just above our heads, and take note of the giant water lilies thriving among the gentle ripples of Giverny’s famous pond. Yes, we strolled across the Japanese footbridge and marveled at being able to walk in Monet’s footsteps and actually experienced the spiritual presence of this brilliant man.

SEVERAL PICTURES FROM OUR VISIT TO
GIVERNY— DAN IS WEARING A HAT
STANDING ON THE JAPANESE FOOTBRIDGE.

Dan has captured the essence of Giverny by painting from the pictures we’d taken while exploring those hallowed grounds. Just like the budding artists who moved to Giverny to learn from the master himself, Monet’s gift of individualizing the beauty that surrounded him continues to influence many of us who paint and enjoy gardening, today.

Our Monet moment yesterday consisted of combining swatches of color from the living plants we’d found most pleasing to our own eyes and transferring these plants in groups or stand-alone vignettes within the flower beds and pots. It was pleasing to discover how masterful, if only by the sheer joy of the work, a gardener utilizes shapes and color just as Monet had enjoyed doing so many years before. Gardening feeds the soul, encourages personal artistic expression, and stimulates, through our physical labor, the production of endorphins that help us diminish the perception of stress and pain.

THE BIG, BLUE POT THAT
LIVES ON OUR BACK DECK

FLOWERS AND HERBS—
OUR ATTEMPT AT KEEPING THEM
FROM BEING NIBBLED ON!

As the onset of the glorious sunset was tempting me with lemon buttercream and the sparkle of golden trees, I knew I was absolutely exhausted from the day’s labor. Grabbing an ice cold can of cherry and lime flavored La Croix sparkling water from the refrigerator, it was time to step out on the back deck, find a comfy seat, and observe the beauty that surrounded me. This is, truly, a magical time of the day!

Tomorrow we will tackle a few more studies in color and balance around the yard, revel in the fact that our fourteen-year-old granddaughter will be getting her first Pfizer inoculation, and eventually become exhausted, once again, while loving every moment of it. As each day, week, and month goes by, you will find us sitting on the back deck and marveling at the beauty all around us, including our own works of art, all while attempting to never take any of it for granted as long as our time here exists. Color us—happy!

Copyright © 2021 by Jacqueline E Hughes

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Photos Copyright © 2021 by Jacqueline E Hughes

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