Florida, Oddly Enough

Visiting family and friends in beautiful places….hearing stories about long ago. This week I've felt my connections to my family in a new way, peaceful and open. Appreciating the weave of our shared experiences and ways of knowing, our humor and our talents. Finding beauty everywhere. In old dog eyes, and in dusky green twilight rides with my aunt in her atv as we tore through the woods around her house, checking on things before settling in for the evening. Of course she'd drive so quickly and competently; it was a blast. Up in the hot dusty attic of grandma’s house. Cornflower blue and copper colored eyes. All of them saying, glad you're here. We love you. A cold glass of Muscadine grape juice, oh my gosh, so refreshing. The best of hugs. A gift of a blue nightgown, a pretty comb. Buttermilk pie. Strong black coffee and poodle feet. 

What a great chapter in my summertime. 

Sam and Junior, who came from the woods and now her 2 square and some lovin’

Kissy on the shelf

Treasure from the attic

Old family spinning wheel

Dad’s last house

At Aunt Joyce’s pretty place

Brody’s fine fine feet

Lillie’s atv with gardenia bouquet

The woods out the kitchen door

~Dorothy Dolores