Ah, I count the hours until my old Buick and I head north east. The past four months have been above and beyond special. I have hiked, been feted and entertained. Sadly, I have written little but lots of ideas are floating through my small brain. I’m thinking another short-story book. One of the interesting things about desert flowers (you do know that photographing wild flowers is my passion) that each year different ones bloom. It has been an unusually dry year so we expected fewer flowers—not so—there were many of our old friends but many we had never seen before. I was not aware that sage had such an incredible blossom.
My walking buddy, and I may add, my photographer buddy, and I treated ourselves to a slide show of each other’s pictures this morning. Tonight we are going up the mountain to Jerome to First Night—I want to be tired so I sleep and am well rested for the morning ahead. Besides, what better way to end my stay than touring galleries in the jewel of the desert. Ah, such delightful memories.
I shall miss my old friends and the new ones I met this trip. The road trip home will be long but the weather looks promising so if the car behaves itself, it should be a good trip. My fingers are crossed that there is little road construction.
Last night, I pulled into the garage after choir’s dress rehearsal, grabbed a glass of wine and went outside to say goodbye to the stars. The big dipper hung right over the house, each star brilliant and sparkling. Tonight, I’ll lift a glass again and bid farewell to the valley.
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