Monday, January 24, 2011


The fog is like a cage without a key.

After 2 beautiful days of sunshine, I got complacent. I thought Spring was here. I was clearing the soil, wondering why Lowe's didn't have their spring plants yet. Then this morning, I opened the blinds and just gave out a big sigh!! What happened? Winter is still breathing down my neck. . . . .and cooling my bones. Once the fire was going in the stove, I warmed up and remembered it is still January. Anything can happen. Best of all, I leave in 10 days for Lo de Marcos, a truly sleepy town with a beach to die for and a kind of laid back ambiance. Which hopefully my Canadian cuz, will let me vegetate and enjoy a "peace" of paradise.


Cowgirl said...

Well, aren't we a prolific, little, busy bee these days...putting me to shame, I must say.

Well, you can sit on your arse all you want, but I am going to be working mine, baby. I took a picture of it and clearly, much of it must go !!

love under the coco palms (ouch),

Senorita Bodega Grande

ThE MidLiFe CrUiSeR said...

Love he fog picure! I much prefer he sun hough. Can' wai o hear abou our beach advenures!