My annual migration took place last week. I left my home in SW Florida to spend a few summer months with family near St.Louis. This area was home to me for most of my life.
It’s always bittersweet - this journey. I want to be here to inspect the grandkids to see that they’re still as wonderful as I brag to everyone they are. I want to continue construction on my cottage in Missouri. But, I’ll miss my friends at home in Florida too. What a delicious dilemma!
When I left Florida, summer was just breaking. My roses were pushing out big, fat red flowers and the grass was growing so fast you could almost hear it! North Florida had fields of ripe wheat ready for the harvest crew. As I traveled north, it was as though I was seeing spring all over again but in reverse. Through Alabama the crepe myrtle was glorious. Not so glorious is the evidence of the recent tornados. Tennessee and Kentucky fields along rivers were entirely flooded, but higher fields showed corn 4 inches high and still green, wheat. Southern Illinois is normally fields and fields of corn or soybeans. Now it looks like a huge brown lake.
Mother Nature is a fickle gal. In the hills above the flooded bottomland, Honey Locust and Catalpa dangle their fragrant white flowers to the breezes. I came too late to catch the redbud. The weather is fickle too. I’m using the heater in my RV tonight, but in the last week I’ve had the A/C on as well. By June, the temperatures will settle down with less fluctuation. Storms will still dot the calendar. Hopefully will no loss of life or property. ~pam