Summer Days on an Island...

I have soaked up the southern sun, the salt air, and the sea mist...

I feel sun kissed...

My soul is tranquil and at peace...

I have played in the sand with grandangels...

We have laughed, read, enjoyed the freshest seafood...

Walked the beach at sunset...

I have cleaned the island cottage...

It smells like tropical flowers, and salt air...

My lemon trees are loaded,

and the oleander is so beautiful and pink...

I keep fresh cuttings of rosemary in my kitchen...

It grows by the steps, and when it rains,

the air is like none other.

I love my island and its magic.

I do not want to leave,

but I must.

I have been here since June,

and it is time to close the pink shutters...

Pink shutters made of Spanish cedar...

They match the pink oleander...

I am packed,

and all is in order to say my goodbyes...

I always leave a piece of my heart here at my beloved Lemon Tree Cottage,

but I shall return soon....soon...

I will miss my books....oh so many special books here at the cottage...

I always miss my oil paintings....they are like souls that lift my spirits when I look at them...

I will miss everything, but only for awhile...

And when I return, it will be as wonderful as the first time.

Magical...

Healing...

Tranquil...

"There is a time for everything,

and a season for every activity under Heaven."

Ecclesiastes 3:1

The Wounded Starfish

Betty Carolyn Hearon-Love

I am so thankful for my God given blessings...

Blessings to all of you...

Yaya