There are so many "my year in review" posts, I thought I would write one today, too.
But, at first, I went blank.
At my age (65), the years pass by like a rapidly unwinding roll of toilet paper. Days run into weeks into months. It seems like just yesterday that I was watching the Tournament of Roses parade on New Years Day 2017. Now, I have plowed through an entire calendar again.
So, I did what many moderns would do, to recapture my memories.
February snow angel asking "why do I live here?"
|We got more snow after this picture|
|We live between Endwell and Binghamton|
|May 1 cherry blossoms|
|June Korean dogwood|
I never blogged about the several days my husband and I spent with our adult son, traveling in separate cars (but together) from upstate New York to Columbia, South Carolina. It was the first vacation together we had in 11 years.
A lot happened in those few days we spent together, and it could be worth an entire week of blogging. The last time we had vacationed together, he was in full teenagerhood. Now, we were adults and (I hope he feels this way) friends.
I'll save that story for the Ultimate Blog Challenge, which starts Monday.
But it was amazing, the flood of memories those photos brought back. The years may move quickly, but they still have the same amount of content.
Many "year in review" blogs concentrate on the writer and how she or he persevered through many challenges, and grew as a person.
Me? I just want to stop and smell the flowers.