Wherever we travel, I’m always interested in seeing as much as possible of the local handmade goods. This, along with dining on local foods, gives me a sense of connection with the culture of the place we’re visiting.
These mosaic pieces at a market in Curaçao caught my eye, and the eye of my camera. I didn’t purchase any of these, as my souvenirs are usually my photos – some of which I frame.
Do you scout out local arts and crafts in your travels?
After temporarily losing my sense of taste and smell, I found myself eating anything and everything in sight in hopes of tasting anything.
Thanks to the daily posts by a blogging friend, Anne, I’ve been able to resume my former, much healthier eating habits.
For a daily dose of positive outlook and determination, Anne’s inspiring blog is definitely worth checking out.
Although there are many beautiful places in Arizona, the red rock formations and the culture, put Sedona among my favourite spots.
On our only visit there, several years ago, the Sedona International Film Festival was taking place.
As we roamed the streets, taking in the culture and surrounding scenery, I watched in hope and earnest, to spot someone famous. Sadly, it wasn’t meant to be.
Hubs and I enjoy hours of entertainment watching squirrels, and that’s a good thing because our little prairie city houses a large population of these frolicking and mischievous little critters.
There’s lots going on at our condo building this week … carpet cleaning of stairs and hallways, landscaping upgrades, as well as pavement repairs and resealing.
We’re fortunate to live in a building where the board believes in and practices regular maintenance and upkeep of the property.
Our daughter wasn’t raised on a farm but loves everything about farm life. Her happiest days are when the new chicks arrive.
It’s the time of year again, when the delicate pink and white blossoms of the honeysuckle shrubs, with their sweet heady scents, welcome us to the walking paths.
This is just a wee glimpse of my home office.
The centre framed piece is a poem I had published around 40 years ago.
I have an arm chair and footstool in there that fits me perfectly. It’s a great spot to read, knit, meditate, and crochet.
The decor is all about memories that fill my bucket. It’s my space.
Do you have a happy place inside of your home?
For the past couple of days, my outdoor walks have been on hold because winds carrying forest fire smoke from hundreds of miles away have created air quality issues here.
That brownish yellow sky isn’t normal here, thank goodness.
Each year at this time, we’re gifted freshly picked rhubarb from folks we know.
I chopped it up and made a fave dessert from our childhood.
Radically Retired 