What.Write Queen Writes From Her Little Piece of Heaven

Well, I'm in my fourth month as an occupant of Alabama, settled then like I was born then. Perhaps that's because Terra Freda Brooks Phillips Douglas had an autobiographical-history book - Cherish the history - published in 2002, has her alternate book of fabrication - Winds of Change - ready for the printer, and has her third book on the frontal burner. She also wrote a daily particular essay column.in 17 times. Freda lives alone with her cat Jewelry and loves to hear from her readers. Well, I'm in my fourth month as an occupant of Alabama, settled then like I was born then. Perhaps that's because the terrain easily reminds me of my native Pennsylvania. In reality, it's because my consanguineous family surrounds me with similar love as I have not felt since my hubby John failed in 2001. I know there have been many people who watched for me in the last six going on seven times, similar to James who spoiled me commodity fierce and couldn't ever feel to do enough for me, like Gary, my medical caregiver who never tried to pull the hair over my eyes and who was always honest with me or Bess, who always transferred me cards no matter where Jim .and she went and generally arrived home before I ever entered the cards. And there was always Jewelry, but she's a story unto herself. But there's no lesser feeling than having love poured on you despite your faults, your age, and your eccentricities. The country around where we live is absolutely beautiful. I've watched out my window in the morning to see the trees bare, gradually coming to life, and now they're virtually in full majesty. We had a late frost many weeks ago, and that suppressed but did not kill their beauty. Linda has two raspberry affluent. outside my window. One is for the bigger catcalls and one is for hummingbirds, The hummingbirds are no larger than a large bumble freak, but do they ever eat? Last week the confluent went empty .so snappily Linda allowed she might not have squinched the bottom of the confluent on tight enough. She checked it and eventually decided the little catcalls had big appetites. Twice we've gone sightseeing after church. Jason drives a truck and has set up numerous spots to show us. Jason is just like a homing chump. Once he has been to a place. he can always find it again. He makes a great stint guide. Properties are well maintained in our neck of the forestland, and most have lush green, manicured yards. Surprising to me, most of the homes are single position, "some" ..?one and a half stories, but veritably any higher than that. Of curse, those with plutocrats veritably frequently have what I call breathtaking palaces, but I wouldn't feel comfortable in similar opulence. Do I miss my Florida musketeers? Of course. You don't live in a place for more than 20 times without a haul in your heart for those you left before. Do I lament resettling to Alabama? No, I do not. Am I happy then? You're happy where you're loved, and I'm loved.