Thursday, April 28, 2011
Home...at last. Did I tell you I was moving?
This place is me. It's got character and not easily shaken. We've had some pretty rough storms this spring, lost a few tree limbs off the newer trees (I now consider the Bradford Pear a "trash" tree) and like me, it is a work in progress. My motto is, "Rome was not built in a day" and I'm not trying to stress myself out over wallpaper I don't care for or paint colors I don't care for. All in good time.
While the weather is warm, I am spending a lot of time outside figuring out the gardens---there are still unidentified plants (yet to bloom) and doing lots of weeding. I have a small garden beside the garage where I am growing tomatoes and a few herbs.
As a nurse practitioner, I have to keep my knowledge up to date and so, I am heading to Cape Cod for a few days to do just that---attend a continuing education seminar. I am looking forward to the trip up and the return. On the way, I plan on stopping at a few places--namely the Greenwood Gourmet Grocery, The Inn at Little Washington, I plan on making a quick detour to Portland, Maine to see my Dad, pick up some Maine lobsters, Amato's Italian Sandwiches, canolli shells from Shaw's Supermarket and head back south---to my glorious retreat of a home. I was just thinking the other day, "how many people get to drive to work each day admiring the scenery on the commute?". I feel very blessed to have this place and call it my home.