Four grown kids, six delightful grandchildren, constant, long-time partner. A retired academic, I'm adapting to life in a Vancouver condo after decades in a waterfront home on a very small (Canadian) West Coast island. Keen to discover what new priorities emerge, what interests persist, in this urban life after 60!
Postcards from A Sunny Clime -- to Me in a Snowy One, Brrrr!
Pardon me if all I can offer you this morning is eye candy. But while I managed to get safely home, still dry, before the snow fell last night, waking to very wet white stuff this morning -- a palette of grey and white and messy -- did not let me "feel the love" on Valentine's Day. . .
I have mixed feelings, still, about mid-winter sunshine-chasing travel, and I'm still sorting what I think about Palm Springs as a destination, but there's no question that sunshine and bright colours and warmth and easy mobility and the beautiful backdrops both of majestic natural geography and striking architecture enhance the mood. Not to mention the cleared sinuses and the bones and joints sighing deeply in contentment.
And there's much to be said for time with loved ones gathered around a pool or strolling to a nearby restaurant, walking back to the desert motel together after the twelve of you stretched around a table filled with food and wine and laughter.
This morning, by contrast, I'll be sloshing my way to my neighbourhood knitting store for a particular, necessary needle I was sure I already owned so that I can move from the coloured, Fair Isle section to the dark brown, plain stocking stitch section of the sweater I'm knitting. A louder metaphor than I'd like, if you see what I mean. Knitting. Wool. Winter. Dark colours. . . .