The last days in Mexico were a bit squirelly --- the live music and malecon were uppers, the heat and stinging sun were downers. We were at a Mexican wedding --- sort of. The wedding party went up the old lighthouse tower, right next to our courtyard. (Not sure why the bride was blushing ---- maybe she saw the gringos splayed out by the pool??) Like our trip, it was all sealed with a kiss...
The best we could arrange to get home was a hop/step/jump of 3 flights. Serious warning: avoid Atlanta airport because of delays, lineups, misdirection, chaotic crowds, major frustrations......
Eventually the car was retrieved from Toronto and we arrived at Home Sweet Barn. Despite the February thaws there is still lots of snow and the hill has to be climbed on foot. More flurries all week as winter refuses to give up.
But the birds insist on arriving, so lots of action around the feeder. The first blue jays, goldfinches, chickadees, and cardinals. They're saying the same thing we are --- Where have you been all winter?
(Not so welcome ---- dozens of wild turkeys raiding the feed bin...)
The ice floes are blown around by fickle winds. One lonely little iceberg floated by, like a lost puppy trying to find home.
But for us, we've found home and there's no place like it. Mr. Sun shines in our morning window. Tiny white snowdrops bring the promise of more spring colours. The first robin!! Time to put our feet up and count the blessings...
The best we could arrange to get home was a hop/step/jump of 3 flights. Serious warning: avoid Atlanta airport because of delays, lineups, misdirection, chaotic crowds, major frustrations......
Eventually the car was retrieved from Toronto and we arrived at Home Sweet Barn. Despite the February thaws there is still lots of snow and the hill has to be climbed on foot. More flurries all week as winter refuses to give up.
But the birds insist on arriving, so lots of action around the feeder. The first blue jays, goldfinches, chickadees, and cardinals. They're saying the same thing we are --- Where have you been all winter?
(Not so welcome ---- dozens of wild turkeys raiding the feed bin...)
The ice floes are blown around by fickle winds. One lonely little iceberg floated by, like a lost puppy trying to find home.
But for us, we've found home and there's no place like it. Mr. Sun shines in our morning window. Tiny white snowdrops bring the promise of more spring colours. The first robin!! Time to put our feet up and count the blessings...
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