Goodness, the last two weeks have flown by like an eagle diving for lake trout. (OK, that’s may be the weirdest metaphor I’ve ever typed.)
Goodness, it’s so very challenging when our grown children fly off into the friendly skies after visiting for an extended time, leaving us walking along on the river of our lives.
One wonders what to do next.
One looks at at least one hundred photographs depicting river walks, beach walks, wood-splitting expeditions, cribbage games.
I’m at loose ends. How to return to the routine after two weeks with a daughter who has led one along river paths, over waterfalls (literally) and along secluded beaches?
May I simply show you a single photo of river rocks along the Slate River and wish you a Happy 4th of July weekend?
With tender heart, Kathy