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OT: Mother Nature Puts on a Show

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The weather systems are moving. I can feel it in my connective tissues. Well, in my bones, too, as far as my osteoarthritis is concerned. It’s the FMS that really makes me ache tonight.

Still, I am content and wearing a smile on my face.

I  will see Benny again this weekend. I’ve missed him and it seems he has missed me.  If all goes well, we’ll have a few days together in this lovely part of the world. And maybe we’ll get to enjoy the sort of show only Mother Nature can put on . . . such as this spectacular sunset tonight.

Although it will be nice to get back home (be it ever so humble, there is no place quite like it), I will miss the ever-changing beauty of the sky and the sea just outside the door.  I think Monsieur Monet would know just how I feel . . .

Monday, Monet & caretaking in paradise

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A sweet, spicy scent fills the air of the living room.  Cinnamon rolls are baking in the oven for a breakfast al fresco on the balcony. A cloudless blue sky and shimmering waters awaits us on yet another beautiful October morning in Orange Beach.

As we enjoy our scrambled eggs and cinnamon rolls, orange juice and coffee, a pleasant breeze brushes against our faces.  From nine floors below comes the sound of the rolling surf caressing our ears. A few boats, sail and power, move through the Gulf waters.  From the distance comes the sound of ship’s horn, as if a giant is blowing across the top of an equally giant-sized glass soda bottle.

My oldest sister looks down towards the beach. “Those people act like they are looking for something in particular,” she says. I glance down and see a line of folks slowly walking across the sand in what appears to be a rather methodical manner.

My BIL explains they are a group of volunteers who comb the beach on pretty much a daily basis, looking for litter and for any signs of the oily balls that were an unwanted legacy of the BP oil spill.

“That’s why I like living here so much,” our BIL says. “Everything is well looked after, including the beaches.”

After all,  even paradise requires some TLC, right?

My gregarious BIL, who loves to talk with his hands.

The volunteers on their return walk, combing the beach for any litter.

The view from the balcony to the east. Sublime . . .

Now, I find myself imagining Mr. A here, his eyes made an even more incandescent blue as they reflect the hues of the sea and sky, his hair long enough to be invitingly tousled by the breeze.

I know he isn’t a water baby, but I still like envisioning him taking a slow jog through the sand right where the water laps against it. There’s a look of contentment on his face as he enjoys the fresh air and the sunshine.

And that vision led me to contemplate all this natural beauty, so inspiring to the artistic soul of someone like RA and to Claude Monet, the artist Richard brought so vividly to life in The Impressionists.