A couple of weeks ago I sailed my way via Southwest and jumped into the tundra of cold weather. How about 12 degrees?
That white stuff on the ground is snow :-)
A retreat, shared with six other ladies, huddled in this commune for three days.
It was warm by the fire and the fellowship of ladies made us forget what was just outside the door.
Each of us bundled up under a lovingly made quilt, catching up with life and family.
But every once in a while, I would take a glimpse out the window and shudder. That white stuff is cold.
So while I enjoyed visiting with friends, the lure of the south called to me. Loudly! And this is what greeted me on my arrival back to the lower south.
Have a wonderful day!