This year, we have icicles on apple blossoms. I feel like that myself sometimes – a bloom encased in frost. I have been poked and prodded and scoped and smushed this week, all for the routine testing to ensure that I am not following in my Mother’s cancer-prone footsteps. And all appears to be well. Just one more test result to go. It is nice to be emerging from this long winter, and I feel changes coming. I am trying to get a grip on whether I want some things to change, and am making steps in some new directions as a writer. I am looking forward to consolidating houses with MKL, although that is an amazingly daunting process. And so looking forward to my sweet cousin coming to visit next month. The house will never have been cleaner. I’m actually enjoying spring cleaning, and have dug a garden bed. There’s a little azalea plant, and some johnny jump-ups, daisies, and globe basil in the sunroom. And my poinsettia seems to have survived repotting – it’s over eight years old now. My boss gave it to me when my Mother died, just before Christmas in 2005.

This seems to be all random stream of consciousness, doesn’t it? Maybe it’s the snowmelt of my mind.


Louisville, Colorado.

Quote of the day: “April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.” — William Shakespeare

Daily gratitudes:
Cute babies
My bed
Ginger ale
Surprise flame roses from MKL


From our rental car on Great Exuma. Perhaps if I could read the language…or at least make sense of the picture.


Quote of the day: “Each moment of worry, anxiety or stress represents lack of faith in miracles, for they never cease.”   –  T.F. Hodge

Daily gratitudes:
MKL – I’m so proud of him
The dog perfectly balanced on the tall toolbox in the back of the pickup truck in front of me
Daffodils waving in the wind
A night when I don’t need a coat to take out the trash

This is Mr. P. Not to be confused with Mr. Man, my Maine Coon cat. Mr. P. is our travelling companion/airplane pillow. My last airplane pillow, which was wonderful, was only wonderful until its inflatable self developed some kind of leak and stopped being pillowy. Mr. P seems to have no objections to being contorted into any shape which comfortably fits a neck, as long as he’s along for the ride. Apparently Dina, our housekeeper at Exuma Palms, had some skepticism where Mr. P was concerned, as we would often return to our sparkling clean room only to find our furry friend face down on the second bed. Perhaps Dina just didn’t like having him watch her clean – he does has a rather intense gaze, thought it’s perhaps hard to tell from his peek-a-boo perspective in this shot. He now stays beside my aircraft carrier-size bed, patiently awaiting his next adventure.


Great Exuma, Bahamas.

Quote of the day: “Sometimes you make choices in life and sometimes choices make you.” — Gayle Foreman

Daily gratitudes:
The carpet cover of little purple flowers on the ground, showing spring
The abundance of pregnant women who seem to appear in spring
The warmest day of the year
Dinner with Kendra


Were you expecting a cocktail? I could understand that. I will occasionally take pictures of drinks, but I don’t take pictures of food, as some travelers do. Part of the essence of food is the place, the air, the company, the ambiance, and a photo of a burger just doesn’t capture that. We had some of the best burgers I’ve ever had at the restaurant at Augusta Bay. Did I take a picture of them? No. I did take a picture of my last Kalik at the airport. And a picture of our small bottle of Night Train Express, the cheapest booze ever, which we bought to see what it was like, since it had been the drink of choice among hobos in our childhood memories. And there might be a picture of me drinking out of a bottle of Cuban Rum. But I won’t share those. Instead, I’ll share the rocks in front of the white sand beach at Exuma Palms.


Great Exuma, Bahamas.

Quote of the Day: “It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.” — Edgar Allan Poe

Daily gratitudes:
The Thai Life Insurance commercial
White peacocks
My chicken earrings
That my friend does NOT have breast cancer
Comfort food

I have been very quiet. All work and very little play makes Seasweetie a dull girl. On the bright side, spring seems to be coming to Colorado – finally – though I expect winter will still give a last gasp and then we’ll plunge straight into summer. I dug in the dirt today – not a lot, but it’s a start to making the yard of the Bungalow what I’ve envisioned. MKL will be moving in at some point this year (after a lot of work getting his house ready to rent) and I am, for the first time in a long time, looking forward to setting down some roots – with him. I bought the Bungalow at a time when I was on autopilot, so terribly broken, and going through the motions of blindly rebuilding a life. That was almost exactly three years ago. I am happy with how far I’ve come from that sad, dark time – back into the sunlight, and both literally and metaphorically planting a bright new garden of beauty, and growing lots of love.


Great Exuma, Bahamas.

Quote of the Day:  “Well, we all make mistakes, dear, so just put it behind you. We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.”  – L.M. Montgomery

Daily gratitudes:
Looking forward
Burning wicked words
The smell of spring earth
The call of a hawk
Leisurely mornings with MKL

All over the Caribbean are piles of conch – conch graveyards – in spots on various islands. The pile on Anegada is way off of a point that is terribly hard to get to. The one on Stocking Island is right in the water at the edge of the beach, where day trippers pile off of boats to have fresh conch salad. This one is at the Fish Fry on Great Exuma. So many of the conch shells are just gray husks of their former selves, but these few still hold that rich rose shade that we all recognize from conch shells worldwide.


Great Exuma, Bahamas.

Quote of the day: “It is never too late to be what you might have been.” –  George Eliot

Daily gratitudes:
Recovery from migraines
Downton Abbey on DVD

While I’ve never done anything to be arrested for on a tropical island, it does happen. (I have been given a ride back to my hotel by the Chief of Police on Jost van Dyke, but only because I was walking the road ‘home’ late at night by myself.) I’ve often wondered if it would be worse to be jailed in a lovely tropical place than to be imprisoned in someplace flat and soulless, like Florence, Colorado, home to one of our nation’s SuperMax prisons. I think it would be unbearable to see the beauty of an island through the bars of a jail cell. But at least you would see that beauty.

This prison, obviously, can hold nothing now but memories within its crumbling walls.


Great Exuma, Bahamas.

Quote of the day: “Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.” — Rachel Carson

Daily gratitudes:
The giant pale moon sinking behind the mountains this morning
The green of tulip leaves sprouting along the edge of my fence
Fathers talking to tiny babies in strollers
Feeling sleek in all black today
When Mr. Man hide under the comforter
Third-eye kisses

I don’t think they’re still serving here, but I’m sure that all had a jolly time when they were.


Outside of Rolleville, Great Exuma.

Quote of the day: “Poetry purrs like a kitten on the tip of our tongue. Each word fluidly floating from our lips, like little crystalline snowflakes, before settling onto an emotional wonderland of forgotten feelings. It has the power to pull our deepest emotions to the surface of consciousness and to serenade our soul with the haunting melody of a self, lost… and finally found.” — Jaeda De Walt

Daily gratitudes:
The campy transit ads in the bus station (I’ll try to take a picture for you)
Soft sweaters
Wazee Supper Club
When my photography inspires other art


Sunset from Catchafire, Great Exuma.



Great Exuma, Bahamas.

I think we’ll just leave it at that for today.

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