I recently spent the day finding things to do in St. Augustine and ended up on Matanzas Bay exploring Castillo de San Marcos. I studied the design-related aspects as well as the color and texture created by the aging of construction materials and furnishings.
No matter where life and love take me, I’m always grounded by crossing the Mississippi Delta toward the foothills of the Ozarks I call home. With the relentless passing of time, these trips home seem more consequential. People and land are changing; there’s much to be done in preparation for passing all of these things and memories to the next generation to value.
Windows open, a good coffee pour, biplanes buzzing in the background, good friends on the way to spend the weekend with us – this morning, there is much to be thankful for; I’m reticent about “missing” anything. Still, I do miss having four seasons, and this is the time of year when my mind wanders to (and my friends’ feeds remind me of) the almost-sudden, spectacular Seattle spring tailor-made for walks and rhododendrons.