I awoke to the steady, almost deafening, drumming of rain on the metal roof.
I thought it was supposed to be sunny and warm in Florida.
I left Arizona for this?
Ah, yes, because there’s something else here of more value to me than the mountains and desert and sunshine and warmth of Arizona. Although, come to think of it, those are really, really nice things.
As I began to collect my thoughts, I heard the muffled sounds of the TV from the other room. Sounded like Noah and Luke were watching cartoons again.
After washing my face and getting dressed, I wandered downstairs to find some coffee.
As the rain let up, I braved the front porch, perched on the porch swing under the safety of the porch roof, and listened to the birds. They were quite busy breakfasting on small red berries. I’ve never seen so many robins perched together in a tree before. The sound of their constant twittering and the whoosh of their wings was calming, and I smiled.
I watched as the gray clouds slid across the sky and patches of blue began to peek out. I sipped my coffee and sighed a deep sigh of contentment.
Maybe the rain would stop soon and we could go for another walk to gather pine cones again.
Here we are in Florida gathering pine cones. Seems like a funny thing to do.
It was like a scavenger hunt, or trick or treat, finding the pine cones. We brought plastic bags and the boys loaded them up. Along with a few sticks and acorns. But mostly pine cones.
We took turns holding hands and running and laughing.
It really doesn’t matter what the weather is doing when you’re with family, does it?
Of course, when I’m in Florida, every day is a bad hair day. This I have to accept . Frizzy hair is what I have there and that’s just the end of it. I can fuss with it all I want, and within minutes – poof – back it goes to frizz again. I just give up after a day or two, knowing that I look a bit wild.
The boutique shops are always fun to poke around in. I don’t usually buy anything, but virtual shopping is satisfying in a virtual sort of way. I really liked the brightly colored skirts and tops, but I didn’t like the price tags attached. So, that was that.
The ocean was gorgeous. The blue-green of the water stretched to the horizon and met with the grays of the sky to frame the picture. I kept some of the soft white sand in the pictures too for contrast and context.
The wind was whipping up pretty cold coupled with the continual crashing sound of the waves as they met the sand and then receded only to gather themselves again and fling their combined droplets forward, stretching, stretching. The mark they leave in the sand is temporary. No matter how loud and how strong. Only temporary. The next wave washes away the evidence over and over and over.
The only things left behind are small shells and bits of driftwood. And those are picked up and carted off.
Do you think the ocean gets frustrated? All that effort and nothing much of lasting significance to show for it?
He can be content knowing that we hear and see and enjoy the show.
Hopefully, I’ll have left some lasting impressions when my waves are finally stilled.
Collecting pine cones and holding hands and laughing.
Yeah, I think that will be ok.
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