My last post was on Dec 14 and three days later our grandson, Micah, was born. Since then, although the "muse" has occasionally visited in the night or odd hours of the day, I've been somewhat preoccupied in Babyland. And the longer the break, the harder it is to get back to blogging. But life is equilibrating again and I'm back at the keyboard.
We are approaching our 7th month-iversary of our relocation to sunny southern California. Spring is in full swing here and everything is lush, green and blossoming. Citrus trees, jasmine, honeysuckle and something-pink-I-don't-know-the-name-for are loading the air with inebriating smells. I just walked out to the mailbox and the air is heavy with beautiful fragrance. One sunny day follows another.
A very interesting book I read this winter was Last Child In the Woods by Richard Louv. The author lives in the San Diego area and he made an interesting comment about life in southern California (or SoCal as it's often abbreviated around here). He said that southern California captures the body but not the soul. He hit the nail on the head. What's not to love about a climate this warm and sunny? But the extreme urban environment doesn't do much for the soul. Pete and I often escape east to the desert for some solitude.
Of course grandparenthood has been an incredible adventure. I'll write more about that some other time; four months of experience doesn't equip me to say much with authority on the subject except that we're loving it.
Time for one more juicy orange (bought from a street vendor at $4 for a huge bag-locally grown and sweet as nectar) and a walk through the neighborhood. I'm back to wearing my pedometer and striving for those 10,000 steps/day!
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