This was the view out our front window at home the day before we left. As we pulled out of the garage early the morning of December 28, the car's temperature reading dipped to minus 9 degrees--nine below zero, Fahrenheit scale. Five days later, as we passed the Georgia-Florida border, the temperature moved on up into the seventies. I know it has been a cold Florida December, but just seeing the sun is a treat and they say the trend will be for a warmer season this year.
We stopped in North Augusta and spent a couple of days and New Year's Eve (including the trip to the fireworks store) with Mike's daughter, son-in-law, and the four grand kids--who are growing up way fast. Funny how they do that. As usual, we were treated to some magnificent feasting--steak Dianne on Thursday night, with mashed potatoes and roasted asparagus, and barbecued ribs on Friday. Renee is one accomplished gal--we can't imagine having a better meal in a fancy restaurant--or one of those rib shacks we pass along the way here!
We are off to the beach now. Is it hard to feel grateful about that?
You need to frame that parting picture to look at anytime it gets even a bit nippy in Florida.
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Although I'm not at the beach, I'm so grateful to live in Atlanta in the winter and Portland in the summer. Like you, the dual home lifestyle is a great way to go through life.
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