Posted in Life, travel

Tuesday Tour: cancelled flight plans

Since Papa and I are a bit grounded right now with no specific travel plans in mind, I visited the cache of my Mama’s Empty Nest posts from years ago, Maybe, I thought, I could resurrect one of those that highlighted a trip we embarked upon during the early years of blogging for today’s Tuesday Tour.

The following is a post I wrote in April 2011, so if it seems a bit dated, well…it is. But my thoughts from over a decade ago remain the same for the most part.

Airline tickets for $39.  That ad attracted my attention for about a nano-second.

I used to love to travel by plane; now I’d rather pull out my own toenails.  In the past, I thought there was no better way to travel than flying.

Jump on an airplane on one coast of the country, be on the other coast in six hours, as opposed to driving for six days? No better way to go, I used to think.  I know because I’ve done both.

Flying used to be enjoyable, an adventure I willingly embarked upon even with three small children in tow. 

I loved the sensation of lifting off into the air, peering out jet windows to catch glimpses of wispy, cotton candy clouds floating beside me, observing the patchwork of fields, mountain tops, or rambling threads of rivers and roads beneath us thousands of feet down. 

Equally enthralling was catching the breath-taking view of a city all aglow in brilliant lights outlined in the dark of an inky black night sky.  Glorious.

Landing thrilled me even more!  I loved the sensation of gradually making the descent, feeling your ears pop, watching the ground get closer, closer, closer until you felt the bump of the plane’s tires touching down. 

Then came the amazing part for me….flying on the ground, traveling at such a high rate of speed you wondered if the plane would ever be able to stop, but finally brakes grabbed hold and the plane came to a halt.  Exhilarating!

For certain, flying used to be fun.  Now I’d rather avoid it at all costs.  Unless there’s a dire emergency, you’d have to pay me to fly.  I’m not afraid of flying; instead I fear and loathe everything prior to and in between the actual flights.

“If God had really intended men to fly, he’d make it easier to get to the airport,” someone named George Winters apparently once said.  Well, Mr. Winters, times have changed.  Now I believe it’s actually easier getting to the airport than it is getting through the airport.

I understand the necessity for security; really in today’s unsafe world, I get that.  But given the choice, after my last flying experience, I’m done with that mode of transportation. (However, I did fly two more times since I wrote this post – both trips to Arizona without any issues.)

My last venture by airplane occurred before the rash of outrageously crazy TSA screening stories that you watch on internet videos or hear about from a neighbor. You know, the ones about 3-year-olds getting stripped and frisked and people having to remove prosthetics or endure some humiliating ordeal.

Flying just isn’t in my plans; I don’t care how low air fares drop.  I’ve got my own crazy story which sealed the deal when it comes to my disdain for air travel, and I haven’t flown since then. (But we did fly in 2018 and then again in 2020 right as the you know what hit.)

A few years ago, I flew south with oldest daughter for a weekend.  Her career necessitated a move there, and we embarked upon an apartment finding quest.

Our flight departed late in the afternoon, and we had no time for dinner.  The only sustenance we received on our short flight to our next lay-over was a glass of water.  No individual bottle of water.  (This was, of course, before the pandemic.)

The flight attendant rolled down the aisle with a large communal bottle from which she poured water into a plastic cup for those of us thirsty travelers.  No food, of course – not even a tiny little bag of peanuts.

We ran to our next flight at our layover.  Again no time for food; and again, no food on the plane.  Arriving at our destination close to midnight, we were starving when we checked into our downtown hotel, where the only hot meal we could find was a vending machine Hot Pocket warmed up in a microwave.

Our trip on the ground was successful – she found a great apartment, we explored the city a bit, enjoyed our meals and one delight for me was sipping Southern sweet tea.

Because of all the waiting in line necessary for security screening and because we needed to turn in our rental car, we arrived at the airport very early Sunday morning for the airline’s first flight out to our home destination.  That Sunday unfolded as one of the longest and most aggravating, weary days of my life causing me to vow not to fly again.

(But you’ll have to tune in again next week for the Tuesday Tour that tells that story.)

“The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it.” ~ J.M. Barrie, author of Peter Pan

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Words for Wednesday: projects in progress

Retirement. You can look at it from two perspectives: you have all this time on your hands, and you have all this time on your hands.

No, I didn’t just become redundant and repeat myself. Here’s what I mean.

When you’re retired, you have time to do whatever you want whenever you want – all that time on your hands.

But then again, when you’re retired, you have all that time on your hands – free time that you sometimes wonder how to fill, especially in the winter season.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining because since Papa and I retired, we do enjoy having free time, freedom from the stress of a career, freedom to come and go as we please.

We like not having a set schedule to our days, not watching the clock, not worrying about whether we can get something accomplished today or not. There’s always tomorrow and some free time on our hands.

Right now, free time seems to be over abundant though. It’s winter. It’s cold and dreary outside. Some days rainy, some days foggy, some days with a flurry of snow. So even having a desire to go outside is pretty close to nil at the moment. Even setting off on a road trip doesn’t sound too enticing.

So, we’re inside this empty nest…a lot. Which means in between watching our school-aged grandchild a couple evenings a week, our schedule is just about as empty as our nest.

And we might be getting a touch of cabin fever. Sure, we both pass time reading and trips to the library provide a stack of books for that purpose. But we can only read for so long when we start feeling a bit restless from sitting in one spot.

So, Papa grabs the remote control and surfs and surfs and surfs, but seldom finds a show that isn’t cringe-worthy to watch on the television, even with streaming capabilities.

Me? Very few television shows make me sit up and take notice, although I did succumb to some binge-watching Doc Martin episodes with Papa the last few days.

But for the most part, we’ve turned to projects we can complete inside the house. Papa began cleaning up the basement and painting its concrete block walls back in the fall, but now that the weather is too cold to keep the basement ventilated, painting has come to a standstill.

Hence, Papa needed a new project to occupy himself. Luckily, he received some jigsaw puzzles as Christmas gifts, so you can find him at the dining room table with a 1000-piece puzzle depicting the history of trains. Right up his tracks! He turns on some music and away he puzzles.

I occasionally wander in and see one piece that goes right there, insert it, and head back out of the room. Mostly, I don’t help him because I am in the throes of too many projects that I’ve initiated over the last year or so but haven’t completed yet.

In order not to go stir crazy, I dusted off a couple and am working on those in between the way-too-much time I waste spend on the desktop computer (although a couple of these projects warrant that) or my iPad coloring app.

The doldrums of wintry January weather are the perfect time to get some inside projects checked off the to-do list. At least, the work in progress that I am is hoping so.

How about you? Are you accomplishing any projects in this slowed down season or are you still too busy with not enough time on your hands?

“You can’t finish what you don’t start, and you should never start what you’re not committed to finish.” ~ Gary Ryan Blair

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Posted in photography, travel

Tuesday Tour: island blues

If you’re stuck in the middle of a dead, drab winter season like we are here at Mama’s Empty Nest – no snow, just rain and bleak skies and landscape – maybe you’d appreciate a little island getaway. Just for a change of scenery.

Last week, my Tuesday Tour transported us to the ABC Islands via my oldest daughter’s recent journey there. Today, thanks to my son, we’re virtually traveling to another set of islands thousands of miles away.

Many years ago, when Son was in college, he dated a girl whose family lived in Hawaii. (For those of you who are curious, no, that young lady did not become my daughter-in-law.)

On a winter break from college one January, Son flew to the Hawaiian Islands to visit that young lady and meet her parents who lived on the Big Island, also called Hawaii. Only there for a short time, he didn’t get a lot of sightseeing done, but he did take some photographs with a film point and shoot camera.

Some of those pictures were scanned into our old computer and saved onto an external drive.  I ran across those the other day and decided to borrow them for today’s Tuesday Tour since Papa and I haven’t been traveling much of late, a fact that makes me a little bit blue.

I know Son enjoyed views of the ocean and the warm break away from cold, winter weather.

He took a number of photos of the waves crashing against the rocky shore.

The volcanic rock was also something that amazed him, along with interesting critters found on them.

And catching sight of sea turtles.

The lush green landscape including a jungle-like rain forest was also amazing. Actually, he was impressed to learn some scenes from the movie Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull were filmed nearby.

One aspect he found just a bit annoying was his early morning wake-up calls produced by Hawaii’s state bird – the nēnē, pictured below. Apparently, this type of goose was loud and plentiful on the grounds of the family’s home. However, nēnēs are considered an endangered species.

Of course, who wouldn’t enjoy just walking out on the lawn to pick a banana for a snack? The fresh pineapple, macadamia nuts, and coffee grown there were also a treat.

Hawaii is one of the states Papa and I haven’t managed to visit, so this virtual visit will have to suffice for us…for now at least.

“Coming to Hawaii is like going from black and white to color.” ~ John Richard Stephens

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Posted in inspiration, Life

Words for Wednesday: sunshine for a January soul

The doldrums. Do you experience them? After all the busyness of holiday celebrations and activities during the previous months, a letdown feeling can infect us in January.

As much as I do enjoy distinct four seasons we experience here at Mama’s Empty Nest, I will have to admit that sometimes winter, especially in the long month of January, causes me to feel blah, unmotivated, and lethargic.

It’s truly not the colder temperatures that bother me so much because I usually find cold weather to be invigorating, honestly. But the lack of sunshine affects me especially when we must contend with days and days turning into weeks of gray skies.

I don’t believe my sluggishness is serious enough to make me a victim of Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD), although residing in western Pennsylvania, we’re told that we only receive an average total of nine days of sunshine during the month of January.

Some years it does seem like bleak January is sunless and lasts forever. And even though this is a brand-new year, we’ve had more than our fair share of dreary, overcast days with little to no sunshine so far.

When the sun appears, even briefly, it totally lifts my spirit. Sunshine. Blue skies. Even a blanket of glittering white snow across the landscape with sunshine causing it to sparkle like diamonds causes me to rise out of my January doldrums.

Those things make me smile. And smiling more is what I desire for this new year of 2023.

I want to find an aspect – no matter how small or trivial it may seem – each day that lifts me out of my wintry blue funk and causes my face to brighten with an ear-to-ear smile.

Perhaps I should chronicle those things that produce smiles so I remember them better on those not-so-sunny days.  Occurrences like:

Greeting my fellow believers at our church with a warm hello, a handshake, or a hug.

Accepting an invitation to friends’ home for a pizza dinner and an evening of games.

Noticing the beautiful birds who flock to our outside bird feeder on the backyard deck.

Finally finishing projects that have accumulated and waited for completion way too long.

Clearing out the flotsam and jetsam that are still useable but not needed and donating them to charity.

Hearing that someone we know is recovering from illness or an accident.

And just this past week, a smile-worthy comment randomly spoken by our oldest granddaughter.

While riding in our vehicle, that little voice from the back seat called, “Nana? Papa?”  We answered, “Yes, honey?”

Her response, totally out of the blue: “I love you both!”

How could that not only cause a smile to appear on my face but also touch and warm my heart in the deepest fashion? Like sunshine for my wintry soul.

During the bleakness of winter, what brings sunshine to your face?

“A smile is the same as sunshine; it banishes winter from the human countenance.” ~ Victor Hugo

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Tuesday Tour: as easy as A B C

What can you do when every week you publish a blog post entitled Tuesday Tour, but you start running out of examples because you haven’t traveled much lately, or you’ve written about so many of your past journeys already?

You borrow from your grown-up kids (with permission). As easy as A B C.

Maybe it’s because our family of five lived in different areas of the country when our young’uns were growing up or because we took them on trips and vacations when they were small, but our three became accustomed to travel at early ages.

Whatever the reason, our now adult offspring enjoy traipsing here and there as much if not more than their parents.

Eldest daughter was bitten by the travel bug early on and her first big excursion was traveling to France in high school. After she graduated college, she traveled solo to Africa via London.

Blessedly for her, she married a wonderful guy who loves to journey as much as she does. Case in point: they actually met in Honduras on a mission trip.

Did that prove to be a catalyst for all the adventures those two have taken? I’d say so.

These two world travelers tucked some exciting trips under their belt so far – climbing Mount Kilimanjaro, hiking to Machu Picchu, sightseeing all over Australia, to name a few.

Recently, they celebrated their 10th wedding anniversary with a trip to three islands in the Caribbean Sea.

As easy as A B C.

They traveled to Aruba, Bonaire, and Curaçao, the three westernmost islands, often called the ABC Islands,  of the Leeward Antilles, which are north of the South American country of Venezuela.  

Papa and I learned these islands have a distinct Dutch influence, especially when we opened a gift box daughter and son-in-law brought us from their journey.

The box included pancake mix, syrup, and powdered sugar. But when we examined the items closely, we realized the pancake instructions were written in Dutch as were all the labels on each item.

Hmmm…thank goodness for online translations. As easy as A B C.

Today on this Tuesday Tour  our daughter graciously gave me permission to share some  beautiful photos taken on their amazing trip to Aruba, Bonaire, and Curaçao.

There they celebrated their anniversary, enjoyed delicious meals, sightseeing, their accommodations, and managed to take three hikes (one on each island)  for inclusion into their participation in the year-long 52 Hike Challenge for 2022.

They did relax beach and poolside, shown in the photo at the beginning of this post and below taken in the A island of Aruba.

Of course, lying on a beach sounds exactly what one would do in Aruba, but our family travelers are more adventurous than that.

Exploring Quadirikiri Cave in Arikok National Park.

They found not all of Aruba is a nice sandy beach.

Viewing the rugged terrain near Aruba’s Natural Pool during their hike.

Exploring the B island of Bonaire, they located lots of beautifully different sights.

During their hike in Bonaire’s Washington Slagbaai National Park, among lots of cactus.

The “beach” was quite different there as well.

Amazing salt pyramids on Bonaire’s sea salt pans (natural areas covered in sea salt).

They may have even met a friend or two – several lizards enjoyed their company and this fella grabbed their attention.

On the C island of Curaçao, they found enough adventure and beautiful sights to satisfy their curiosity.

Beautiful Handelskade waterfront area in Willemstad.

View of the Queen Emma Bridge, a pedestrian pontoon bridge, in Handelskade.

The Queen Emma Bridge at night.

Views in the Shete Boka National Park on their hike.

It’s a good thing to travel  with the ABC’s in mind: Adventure, Beauty, and Curiosity.

“We live in a world that is full of beauty, charm and adventure. There is no end to the adventures we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open.” ~ Jawaharial Nehru

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Posted in empty nest, Life, road trips

Wordless Wednesday: on our way to Christmas

We weren’t exactly dashing through the snow. For much of the time, we were inching through the snow.

This past Christmas, Papa and I experienced one of a different nature than usual.

Since our far-away grown children and two of our little grandchildren would not be coming “home” for the holiday, our nearby daughter, the hospital nurse, had to work on Christmas, and our nearby grandchild would be visiting her other relatives, we expected to have a very quiet and uneventful time in our empty nest.

But our oldest daughter and son-in-law posed a question to us early in the week. Did we want to travel south to their home for Christmas?

We jumped at the chance because as many of my readers already know, we’re road trippers. And who wouldn’t want to celebrate Christ’s birth with some dear family members instead of by our lonely selves?

Before departing though, nearby daughter asked us to join her, our grandchild, and daughter’s significant other for a pre-Christmas get-together on December 23, complete with gift opening and a delicious turkey lunch. Sounded great to us.

We awakened that day to snow, not just falling but blowing wildly sideways. Near white-out conditions. And to top it all off, a blast of arctic air had arrived with subzero temperatures and wind chills in the negative 20 °F range.

Should we cancel our out of state trip for Christmas because we were scheduled to leave shortly after lunch at nearby daughter’s? Nah, we thought.

After all, we’re hardy Northerners used to snow and ice with plenty of experience driving in those conditions.  Papa, during his sales rep career, drove through dicey, wintry conditions often in the Midwest, Oregon mountains, and here in Pennsylvania, our home state.

You might say we thought of ourselves as being like Elsa from our grandchildren’s favorite animated film Frozen: “Let the storm rage on. The cold never bothered me anyway.”  

So, we loaded up our SUV. Gloves, hats, scarves, winter coats and boots. Check. Blankets in case our car heater couldn’t keep us warm. Check. A thermos of water and a few snacks for the trip. Check. Hot tea for me; hot coffee for Papa. Check.

By the time we departed right after lunch, the snowstorm had ceased. We were on our merry way. The highways were already cleared off…for a while.

Then east of Columbus, Ohio, conditions changed. Roads appeared as if they’d never been plowed let alone cleared of snow. We found bumpy, snowy, extremely windy, slow-going conditions, some of the worst we’ve encountered.

And those persisted for miles and miles, slowing us down significantly. Papa found himself avoiding drivers who either drove too fast or too slowly, both hazardous in the circumstances. Then we began noticing cars and trucks abandoned on sides of the highway – something we haven’t seen since we left Portland 25 years ago.

At one point, the entrance to a highway we usually travel on was blocked off by a police vehicle. No passage due to an accident or maybe even more. So, we were forced to detour another way, which took us through some small towns.  (For those of you who read yesterday’s post, that’s how I found the nutcrackers by accident.)

As the drive became lengthier in the pitch blackness of night and the intense wind blowing snow, we realized we hadn’t eaten any dinner. Stomachs growling, we searched for an open restaurant. Anywhere, any kind. All closed due to inclement weather and the bitter cold temperatures.

We crunched on our snacks and continued until Papa remarked that we were running out of windshield wiper fluid. We pulled over at the next open truck stop which luckily had not only a very expensive gallon of washer fluid but also a fast-food restaurant still miraculously open.

Papa braved the frigid cold to fill the washer fluid tank under the hood while I waited for our to-go meal of burgers inside. Just me and some snow battle-weary truck drivers. One of them struck up a conversation with me.

He declared he had been driving in snow for three solid days. And yet, the worst road conditions he had experienced during that time was right there in Ohio. He was astonished at how nasty the major highway was and even exclaimed, “Good grief, Iowa roads were way better than this! Even Indiana and Illinois!”

I commiserated with him and told him our Pennsylvania roads were better too unbelievably, then wished him a safe journey, silently said a prayer for him, and stepped out into the piercing cold for the short walk to our vehicle.

We ate our burgers and fries sitting inside our car with the heater running full blast while parked at the truck stop. And Papa still shook from braving the raw, wind-chilled below zero weather to fill up both our gas tank and washer fluid reservoir.

On we endured updating our worried daughter by text every so often. What a trip it had been so far!  Cincinnati, Ohio seemed better, roads clearer. Freezing cold yet, but at least no blowing snow.

Then we entered Kentucky. At first, it appeared quite drivable but soon the highway became an obstacle course. Not only did the temperature plummet again but the area had received rain which rapidly turned to ice. And that was underneath blowing and accumulating snow. Simply put, that highway was in horrible condition.

Cars were positioned every which way as well as trucks. Both Papa and I were on high alert because you never knew when we suddenly would come upon a stopped vehicle or huge tractor trailer truck stopped dead on the highway. Not on the side of the road but right in a traffic lane. And Papa would carefully pass them.

Just when we thought it couldn’t get any worse, it did. On an uphill section, two trailer trucks were completely stopped side by side in northbound lanes of this major highway. Strung along behind them were two solid lanes of stopped traffic for at least five miles.

You can’t imagine how relieved we were to be traveling in southbound lanes, even though they were extremely slow-going, and the road was a mess. On we inched, up and down hills, passing stopped vehicles who just couldn’t go any further. How thankful we were for our four-wheel drive SUV and Papa’s confident but cautious driving.

I couldn’t erase the sight we’d seen from my mind. In all our years driving in and through snowy, icy, and terrible road conditions due to weather, I’d never seen a highway become totally impassable as that one was.

I remarked to Papa, “This is why you always keep your gas tank full in winter and carry winter gear with you. You never know when the weather will find you stuck.”

I started thinking how frightened I’d be if we had been traveling north and trapped like all those vehicles for who knew how long. How many hours would you be delayed? What if your heater stopped working? You could easily freeze to death in the frigid temperatures. What if you ran out of gas? How on earth do any rescuers even begin to get traffic moving in that kind of conditions?

We finally arrived safely and soundly at our daughter and son-in-law’s home just before midnight. A trip that normally would have taken us around seven hours instead took us over 10. But we made it and were thankful God provided us a safe even though perilous journey.

I didn’t capture any photos of this eye-opening event because take your pick:

  1. It was too dark since we drove many hours at night.
  2. The snow was blowing like crazy making visibility difficult.
  3. My eyes were glued on the road ahead to help Papa spy stopped or spinning out of control vehicles.
  4. I was too busy praying.
  5. All the above.

The answer of course is 5.

Despite the nerve-wracking drive, we thoroughly enjoyed our Christmas celebration away from this empty nest with our eldest, her spouse, and Jack the cat. Even though the bitter cold continued, we stayed in, played games, ate yummy food, including a delicious Christmas Day dinner, snacked, and even had a noisy but entertaining evening of karaoke singing.

It was a Christmas to remember in more ways than one. We’re thankful we spent it with 2/3 of our family and even enjoyed our traditional Christmas Eve sundaes at both our daughters’ homes.

And blessedly, even though it was still frosty cold, our trip home was completely clear sailing with no snowstorms. For that we were so grateful. I don’t want to be insensitive to those who truly suffered in a snowstorm, especially those who lost loved ones in Buffalo, New York. My prayers are with them.

“Snow brings a special quality with it—the power to stop life as you know it dead in its tracks.” ~ Nancy Hatch Woodward

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Posted in photography, travel

Tuesday Tour: in search of nuts

Even though this is the third day of the new year, Christmas technically isn’t over. If you’ve ever heard of the 12 days of Christmas, you’ll understand that the first day begins on December 25 and the Christmas season runs until January 6.

Because the 12 days of Christmas aren’t over yet, I’m sharing just a little more Christmas with you on today’s Tuesday Tour.

Our holiday was a bit different this year as we traveled out of state to celebrate for the first time in many, many years. The journey back home was much easier than the Christmas journey away. (But that tale will be told tomorrow here at Mama’s Empty Nest.)

On the more pleasant several hours-long drive back to our empty nest, Papa and I detoured and paused for a brief stop in a very nice little town in Ohio named Grove City. 

We found a convenient parking spot, vacated our vehicle after donning our hats and gloves, and relished stretching our legs a bit as we meandered down the city’s sidewalks.

Why Grove City, Ohio? Because of nutcrackers.

A Christmas decorating essential at our house has been “The Nutcracker” for a long while. Many years ago when our youngest, our son, was around four years old or so, our family of five attended the famous ballet, The Nutcracker, in Portland, Oregon before Christmas.

Our girls, who were older, enjoyed it. Our son fell asleep. Yet, the story of the nutcracker held our interest and continued to do so. Shortly after watching that performance, we purchased a wooden nutcracker as a holiday adornment while on a jaunt in Seattle, Washington.

And that was the beginning of a tradition we continued for many years. We added another nutcracker…and then another…and then…suddenly an entire army of those wooden fellows, all different, became a collection.

Some folks find them a bit creepy; we find them a festive, fun Christmas decoration reminding us of fond family experiences.

By accident on our Christmas trip this year, I learned that the town of Grove City bedecked its historic town center with a festive nutcracker hunt from December through today, January 3. All of the photos showcased here today are from our visit there.

Naturally, I mentioned to Papa that we had to visit that town on our way home so I could capture some nutcrackers with my camera.

Before we even ventured far down a Grove City sidewalk, we marveled at a huge Christmas tree saluting The Nutcracker.

As we ambled along in the brisk, fresh air with snow providing a Christmasy feel, we viewed nutcrackers at various spots in town, ranging from bigger than life-size to pocket-size, all different and all bringing a smile to my face.  

A display depicting the ballet and exhibited in the windows of City Hall was quite lovely and charming.

A brightly colored large nutcracker stood tall outside the Grove City Library.

And then we spotted an entire collection behind glass inside the ticket booth of the Little Theatre Off Broadway.

What a treat! For us, it was the perfect way to enjoy a bit of respite from driving and wind up our Christmas journey. Click the dots underneath the next picture to view a slide show of just some of that collection (although I struggled getting photos because of the glass).

I hope you enjoy this nutcracker tour as much as we did.

“Believe in the magic of the holidays and a nutcracker’s tale.” ~ unknown

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Posted in New Year, photography

From my heart to yours

May this brand new year, this new beginning of 2023, bring you and yours good health, peaceful surroundings, much happiness, many reasons for gratitude, and deep, abiding joy.

Thank you to all my readers for taking the time to read, like, and comment here at Mama’s Empty Nest last year and in all the years before (2010-2022). You give me the motivation to continue writing blog posts.

Happy New Year to you all! And may many blessings come your way.

The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make His face shine on you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn His face toward you and give you peace. ~ Numbers 6:24-26

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