Getting ready to hit the road again to be gone for an extended period of time, brings many emotions and an aha or two along the way.
Monday morning I woke anxious with a million things swirling in my mind. Wanting to calm the swirling, I did what I do that I know works; I got on my bike and took a spin through the neighborhood and on to City park.
The Peristyle roses were in beautiful bloom, there were iris in many other spots besides the Sculpture Garden, and when I turned around after a shot or two...the two great geese I'd passed turned out to have a couple little goslings hidden somewhere who decided to pop out and say hello.
Stopping to take the close up of the rose at the beginning of the post, I felt like I feel when I'm taking close-ups of my roses in my rose garden at the Chatette. It took me a minute for it to hit me that it's just not the same. And , therein lies one of the major differences of my life in Cadrieu and my life in New Orleans...in Cadrieu I feel the mine and in New Orleans I feel the ours.
Ah, were it only with the roses.
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