Washing all the travel sweat & the last remnants of Mexico off my body in the shower this morning.
Bittersweet.
Washing all the clothes & hanging them out over the dead-grass yard.
So glad it poured last night. For this I rejoiced as the plane taxied in through the 'cats & dogs'.
The taste of fresh peaches & salted tomatoe slices. In that order.
EXHUBERANT over the coming to this home in such a season from another home where fresh is also 'in'.
I think I love Mexico so much I could live there. I know Jesus loves Mexico.
So why not me? *grin*
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