A movement from working to retired to encore life is a journey. My journey started in Arizona, wound through 22 countries and 49 states. First the family followed us and now we follow them, finding ourselves in the First State.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
The last burns of winter are piled and ready to be scorched.
The pasture is beginning to green. Buffalo grass has slowly taken over from the "planted grass" of the last owners. It is slow and steady.
The old oak waits silently, not yet sprung a green leaf. She waits for winter to really end. She knows that the ground she is in often has snow for the next few weeks and she is not willing to put out some green just to lose it.