A permanent tribute to my Mom, after her long struggle with Alzheimer’s Disease.
The last several weeks have been very spring-like, especially for February and early March, here in North Georgia. All Mother Nature’s children have been enjoying the sunshine and (really) warm temperatures, and everything is blooming. Some spring favorites are already past their peak, including the ever-sunny daffodils, most of them, anyway.
I can hardly believe it is already day 28 of the Brave, Bold, Blogger Challenge (BBBC). When I accepted the challenge, I wasn’t sure if I would be able to do it. I had not blogged in months prior to February 1st. I didn’t do every post on the appointed day, but I did do a post on every one of the 28 prompts. Yay!
Although I do enjoy walking in cities, and often seek out centrally located hotels and even campgrounds, that are within walking distance of shops or interesting things in a city, my go-to walk is in nature.
I am not impressed with my own singing. In fact, I am self-conscious about how bad I sound, even to myself. So it’s not often that I sing out loud. There are three exceptions, as follows:
Well, for probably the last 5 years, at least, my phone has been my camera. It continues to amaze me how camera phones just keep getting better and better.
It’s no secret, I love breakfast. If calories, cholesterol, and fat were not issues, I would eat two eggs over medium, Turkey sausage, sautéed breakfast potatoes with peppers and onions, and buttered rye toast, every day.
Our carved bear, Carlos, standing guard on the front porch.
The hubs and I started riding almost 20 years ago, at “advanced” ages, for most motorcyclists. Better late than never, right? We made up for lost time, however, taking almost all of our vacations on our bikes, traveling all over the US and into Canada. We lived in Metro Atlanta for 12 of those years, but then we got tired of having to ride back into the city after a long day on the bikes, and we moved north. Into the foothills of the Appalachians, near Dahlonega, Georgia, AKA motorcycling heaven. So…there are LOTS of wonderful roads in our “hood”. And we consider our hood to be within 200 to 300 miles, of course. 🙂