I woke to the sound of the birds this morning. Aaah, how wonderful. I "rolled into" San Miguel yesterday afternoon.
The term "bird music" came from my fifteen month old granddaughter, Matilda. While I was in Colorado she and I were in the backyard. She is extremely alert. She heard a bird and "signed" the word for bird and then the word for music. I was flabbergasted. I'll treasure that memory.
Never will I hear a bird sing again that I don't think of this "wee one" having the cognitive skills to tell me what she was thinking. Pretty wonderful.
So, I'm slowly but surely plowing through all the stuff I brought back - the usual, books from friends, a Vonage set up (YEAH), various food items that I can't get down here, and then emptying the suitcases. Seven weeks of living out of suitcases is very interesting. I had one for winter stuff and one for summer stuff. I go prepared. I wore almost everything!
It's great to be back although I reluctantly left the beach. My soul has been replenished. Add to that all the kindnesses of friends and family and I must say it was the greatest trip to the USA I've ever had.
The funny thing is that I was, in a way, dreading it because of the anniversary of Jennifer's passing. But being surrounded by loved ones sure made it that much better.
Onward I go - lots of "stuff" happening - going to get back into the swing of things around here.
I have plenty of "happenings" from this trip to share with ya'll as soon as I download the photos.
Sure HOPE the rains come soon...........