In like a lion…

yellow allamanda

About ten minutes into my morning walk, I wished that I had worn short sleeves. At the half-way point, I began to wonder where I packed my shorts. All along the way, I noticed hints of a spring that was just around the corner. I am ready for warm weather to stay around for a while.

Winter flowers

dried flowers

The further I walked down the old access road, the more dilapidated the asphalt became. Tombstone-sized chunks broke off the shoulders, and deep, gaping cracks stretched like spiderwebs across the abandoned drive. At the drop-off where the blacktop finally ended, the expansive beach was reclaiming its territory. Swirls of sand, tiny dust devils of fine, … Continue reading Winter flowers