|Photo Taken in My Front Yard February 2, 2011|
Seventeen years ago we arrived in Florida broke, homeless, jobless and traumatized. We had traveled down interstate 95 in a snowstorm, with huge chunks of snow and ice falling from the overpasses, thankfully not hitting our car, but we did learn later that someone else was not so lucky.
I don't remember how long the trip took, but I remember clearly how long the state of Florida is from the Georgia line to Fort Lauderdale.
And empty. Empty of scenery, variety, people.
Not at all what we expected.
Chris and her family cared for us for the next four months while we looked for work, saved a little money and searched for an apartment. I will always be grateful for their help.
But what I will never forget was the view of their back yard on the day we arrived. After the ice and snow and that very long journey, I was so happy to see a large bush covered in bright pink flowers just outside the door! I hugged my sister, and looked at those flowers, and I knew right then that everything was going to be all right.
If you're sick of the snow, I feel for you. But it will end eventually. I hope you are warm and safe. I hope you have the necessities of life. I hope no one in your house has the flu. Soon enough it will be spring.
And after that comes summer, better known as "hurricane season" down here! Then it will be our turn.
|View of My Back Yard, February 2, 2011|