Last year at this time I was in Minnesota amidst my first R&R from Haiti, and posted this little ditty on Facebook.
Reprised here for Version 2.0 of R&R from Haiti, minus dear old Snickerdoodle who was laid to rest after 12 great years as a member of Team Panetti, and minus the loons. Unless you consider some Gustie swimmers I met last night.
Home / Family / My children / my puppy.
Cool, dew-laden grass / Sweet, clean air / Friends & neighbors.
Calm, quiet mornings / Coffee on my deck / Slanted sun peeking through the trees in the early morning.
Full, lush trees / My own house / Dappled shade of maples, poplars and birch.
Quiet walks in the neighborhood / Squirrels hopping and climbing and preparing for fall / Home.
The Northwoods / Velvet carpet of lush hardwood forests / Spicy, scented air of pines, spruce, hemlock and cedar.
Unimaginable quiet / Cotton candy clouds / Haunting call of the loon / Soaring, majestic flight of the American Bald Eagle.
Clean, cool, crisp northern lakes / Family lore / Town characters / Wild blueberries in abundance.
"The challenging thing becomes / not to look for miracles / but finding where there isn't one."
Wisconsin / Minnesota / America / Home.
