The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
Maya Angelou
Seems as quickly as he arrived, 
he is off again, heading West. While hearts break at home with his leaving, spirits soar to think he travels under that wide sky he can call his own.
His appetite is as voracious as ever, and he fills the couch with just as much comfort while watching the History channel for endless hours! Trees were cut down, wood chopped, dogs walked, cooking at home, dining out, trip to New York, friends met, apple orchards visited and now he is gone again and our hearts well with love and affection and spill out reaching toward the Western trail.
There was a visit to a favorite haunt for us this Summer, the Monet garden exhibit at the New York Botanical gardens.
The gardeners were making the change-over to Autumn plantings. We strolled the grounds, viewed the Monet paintings, and of course the water lilies.
Even in that black pool, there are signs of Autumn.
Nearby we visited the green house filled with the plants of son’s landscape and he told us much we didn’t know about cacti!
A visit to Arthur Avenue for lunch and who could resist taking a box of cannoli home? Not us! Carpaccio and cannoli!
We give them wings and off they fly, but why do we want to tip toe behind, keeping them in our sphere?
We really must make plans to visit dear son in Santa Fe soon, because as he left, the air left the room…. we want to catch up with that free bird once he lands back under his own New Mexico sky.
Jayne In Georgia 
Beautiful poem Jayne – says it all really. Love your new header – so tranquil.
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My son is 23 and still has yet to leave the nest. I am sure he would like to, but his job doesn’t pay enough for him to do that just yet. The house will seem empty when he does go.
Missing your son seems like a great excuse for a trip to Santa Fe. I would love to visit there!
And speaking of loving things…that pond picture is incredible. Those lily pads with the raised fluted edges are so beautiful.
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