My Second chance

My life was in a tizzy after my husband died three years ago. I didn't know what to do except keep working and continue going to church. I found a church family that has taken me as their widow and has supported me in every way. I know the work I do there , playing keyboard, leading worship and belonging to the drama team, has given me the momentum to continue here. All my sons are musically inclined and artistic. My oldest is now in Maine attending the Skowhagen School of Painting and Sculpture. I'll try including his link in my blog. Anyway, I'm content here, though I have longings to travel and have considered a stint on a Mercy Ship. My friend in Phoenix invites me to go to Mexico off and on when I can and enjoy the ocean, the shells, the wildlife, seals, pellicans, porpoises and the fish and clams that are huge.
My garden is contained in pots and my yard is over 1000 sq ft. My hummingbird feeder has nourished some seven hummingbirds at this date. Our 3 acres of ponderosa pine, juniper and cedar and cactus has been my retreat area. Although I rent, I find it just lovely there. The temp gets around 85 at the most sometimes 90 but mostly just cool at night and wonderful for sleeping.

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