. . . . . . and a hunt it was, in the attic!
Returning from Patagonia - literally "the end of the world" - with the remains of the
head/chest bug from hell, the last thing I on my mind had to be Easter eggs!
However, yesterday, stashing away our duffels and backpacks, I spied the two
boxes marked EASTER and pulled them out.
Paper-wrapped white china rabbits were tucked in with faux eggs awaiting their time
in the sun yet again, so hacking and blowing took a back seat as I 'decorated' a wee
bit around the cottage. I took this photo, added a few watercolor smudges to
make it legal, and here it is, my entry for today's SCRIBBLE PICNIC.
I missed you guys whilst journeying south, all the way south to within
just 621 miles of Antarctica! Circumventing Cape Horn, the spot where the
Atlantic and Pacific oceans meet, often in a confrontation, there is no land
to the east, none to the west—so winds sweep all the way around the world
from the west.
I've just started posting my stories and photos from the expedition trip (take
a look if interested) as there was only sporadic/costly Internet on the ship so
any and all blogging was put on hold.
More later. . . . . . . . .good to be back, and I am feeling much better at last.