Coming Home

Home. One word. Four letters. My whole life.
Nothing is so sweet about travel as coming home.
Home to my husband.
To our forever puppies.
















To the bounty of the summer garden.


















Three days in Sedona and I feel that I have grown.
A short side trip to the artist colony of Jerome-




















I have a better understanding of the world view of people living in circumstances far different than this suburb of Los Angeles. A renewed appreciation for my little plot on this earth.


The purchases brought home serve as reminders of what I learned.





The Southwestern inspired outfit Sherry sold me at the boutique “Made in Sedona” reminds me that there are still stores that sell clothing made in the USA.
How nice it is to have my own "style". One not found in every mall.





























This lovely labradorite rock specimen. Totally impractical. But look at the spectral coloration- like peacock feathers crystallized and petrified. A type of feldspar, it crashed into the earth from outer space, bringing with it extraterrestrial lore that it can “stimulate mental acuity and to reduce anxiety and stress.”

The memento became a Father's Day gift to my husband. A token of love and respect. My thought is it will be for his office here in our home. But being a gift, it is his decision. Or it wouldn't be a gift.