I said the other day I was going to the poppy reserve to take pictures and I did. Because of all the rain we have had it is a spectacular year for the poppies. They cover the rolling hills and meadows of the Antelope Valley where I live. Of course the down side to all this is the traffic. Drivers block the narrow roads in an effort to admire the dainty flowers. But it is more than worth any hassle they might present.
When I take my granddaughter to school in the morning I always drive past this field and it makes my day so much better. F.Y.I. it is across the street from a prison, the juvenile facility and the pound. God giveth and God taketh away. Ok, that was a little harsh….bad Robin, but I love this bright yellow. The desert can surprise you with its own special beauty. I am going to the poppy preserve next week and I can hardly wait to take pictures.
We started out young and naive. We were idealistic and hopeful. We were full of dreams and thought we had all the time in the world to make them happen. We were romantic and sexy. We laughed and danced through life with all the joy that only the young have.
And now
We can’t party until dawn anymore. We need to lose a ton few pounds and some of our dreams won’t happen. But that’s ok because we still have each other and every day we get to wake up together is a good one. 
“Grow old along with me. The best is yet to be” – Robert Browning
Happy Anniversary Honey !
Do you run screaming into the night searching for a plastic surgeon or do you try to start a new fashion trend by wearing hats with veils. Well…. neither actually. Instead you get your hair done, getting rid of all that gray and have a “me” day, because after all it is your birthday and for once it really is about you. Turning 55 isn’t so bad, why in some places you can even get an early senior discount. Of course being 55 is a sort of gray area, too old to be middle-aged and too young to be a senior citizen. It’s like when you were nineteen and you were too old to be a kid but too young to be a grown up and have a drink.
Today is my birthday and I have decided to enjoy it with my new hair, my best friend (’73 who says I’m cute) and forget about the aging part. There will be no hats with veils or plastic surgeons this year. Birthdays are only numbers in the chain of your life and age is a state of mind. Of course I reserve the right to change that mind anytime I feel and if at the age of 60 I feel like screaming into the night for a plastic surgeon, I’m grabbing my hat, pulling down the veil, opening my window and screaming.
Thankfully 55 candles on a cake is not allowed because of fire code violations in 49 states .
I'm a wife and a Mother of 4 grown children. I have 4 grandchildren who are my joy. This is my journey to rediscovering who I am. In other words, what comes after being a stay at home Mom. Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Daughter, Sister, Blogger, Writer, stubborn and opinionated, voracious reader and a seeker of truth in all things....in other words me.
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