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Spring is Here

 

Tomorrow is the first day of spring!  Our mornings still are chilly, but then the powerful Arizona sun arises to warm our March days.  I'm considering an herb garden this year.  Fresh herbs are wonderful for cooking.

I joined my Tucson family for spring break last week.  Our days filled up fast with fun activities--cooking and baking together, movies, board games, church, pizza.  Should I mention laundry and dishes?

The family discovered a new breakfast spot called The Bisbee Breakfast Club.  The pancakes were my favorite and the portions were huge.  We had leftovers for breakfast the next day.  I like the décor.  The kiddos modeled in front of the colorful mural wall behind our table.




Amy turns eleven this week, but we celebrated early with pizza, cake, ice cream and lots of presents.



We were able to take a road trip to New Mexico to visit family.  I felt refreshed to be with our cousins and reminisce about growing up in Chicago.  The blustery weather kept us homebound.  We absolutely love their fabulous ranch in the foothills of the Organ Mountains.  They spoiled us with delicious homemade cooking while their Goldens lavished us with love, and we them!  We laughed massively as we learned new board/card games.  The girls enjoyed the ping pong table and I gravitated to the coffee pot where the homemade apple strudel called my name.


  




We promised ourselves on the way home we would check out "The Thing" advertised on many billboards on I-10.  My daughter summarizes it well: "It's a hilarious tourist trap museum that suggests aliens infiltrated our world timeline back to the dinosaurs."  More laughs!


 



If this is any indication of a new season, I think spring will be a fun ride.

Comments

  1. How can Miss Amy be turning 11 already?!?! Both girls are so pretty; I know you're loving being along for their journey.
    The Bisbee Bee sounds delightful ... in part because one of my favorite authors (J. A. Jance) features Bisbee in several of her storylines. (From the web: Joanna Brady Series: This series focuses on Joanna Brady, a woman sheriff in Bisbee, AZ.)
    Enjoy your new Spring season!

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    1. Thanks for dropping that author's name. I like the books that take place in my surroundings. I'll look her up!

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  2. That's awesome there are lots to do with your grandkids & are keeping you busy! 🙏 They're not little anymore😁. Time is truly so fast! Happy birthday to your granddaughter and may God always guide her & protect her. Well, that goes to all of you. Great pics sister Mary & good to know that you're doing well. You even had the chance to pass by that museum. 👽 Love the last pic. If that was true, they ("things") are viles. (Elvis 🤔🤣). God bless & strengthen u always. Stay strong in God's mighty power! Prayers and love always.

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    1. Oh, you make me laugh so hard!!! Love the Alien and Elvis thoughts! Yes, I agree. Those things are vile. I had my armor on.

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  3. No typos? No typos? Can't believe it!!! 😱🤣🥂

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  4. Sorry ... Can't help it.... You mean the "evils" in people's "lives?" Don't like em at all. But thanks be to Jesus' sacrifice, the "veils" were removed. Thank You Lord! 🙌✝️ No doubt. He's watching over you because you love Him and believe in Him. May you have a blessed day! Daily. 🙏🌹🏜️

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