Remember me? I was on a little break and have now returned to share my thoughts regarding this mini paradise we live in called Burnt Store Lakes. We are going on five years as full-time residents here in the neighborhood, having made an excellent choice. Although we arrived pandemic and vaccine warned, we landed quite well indeed. I would be an ungrateful child of God if I did not declare the bounty that I wake up to each day. So once again, I speak of my view from my back porch (aka, northern speak for lanai).
But you ask, what brought me back to my writing? Well, I have a new muse. Just three weeks ago, my precious father-in-law moved in with us. He just celebrated 92 years on this earth, and we celebrated, too! He is amazing. A Korean veteran. A Purple Heart recipient. A man among men, and no doubt a “bad ass” in his day. Now, however, he spends time on my lanai and has given me “fresh eyes” for the beauty we see. Just now a large hawk imbibed on fresh fish, snatching it up and lifting it from water into the air. Last night an 8-foot gator paddled down the canal.
Stunning sights to see, here on my lanai.
