This bouquet is a combination of flowers given to me on December 18 for a concert I didn’t perform in and flowers I bought on Christmas Eve. They are still hanging in, despite a little mold on the stems.
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January 3
On days that only seem to blend with all the other days, there must still be something worth remembering. Even if it’s just the hope for a different tomorrow.
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January 2
I may have fallen in a hole while taking photos of the beautiful misty morning on the river. A plank in the walkway was missing and I was too busy looking at my shot to notice it. I fell all the way to my waist. But it’s still better than sitting in the coffee shop.
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January 1
I took the kids and dogs on my traditional New Year’s Day hike, this year to the Julington-Durbin Creek Preserve, and oh, the drama. I knew the girls wouldn’t want to go on a long hike, so I took them down a side trail to cut off the longer loop. It was a little grown over and Christina cried the whole way, saying we were lost, that we’d never find our way out, that we would be eaten by bears and Daddy would have to live alone, that she wanted to go back and take the long way, who cares about her feet? Then there were some briars on the trail and I had to pull a couple out of Jackson’s paws and that sealed it for Christina. She says she’ll never go on another hike with me again, even though we were never lost. And that’s how we’re kicking off 2023. 🎉
Year in Photos 