How This Story Began
When I wrote that post yesterday, I didn't realize until today that readers who did not follow me in Texas don't know the whole story. And I want to now tell you newer readers how it all began.
Yesterday morning I had just published my post. I was sipping my first cup of coffee and reading emails.
I had gotten a new newsletter from Nancy Medina, who painted my geranium painting. And I as I was reading it, I was a bit shocked to see my name.
She told the story better and more concisely than I think I ever could.
After I read that, I decided I needed to tell you what all that meant. For the ones who didn't know me back then.
So this is where I used to live in Texas. This was where I retreated to to. After what I told you yesterday happened.
I had no intention of publishing that post that long ago day in 2011. As someone who often writes for therapeutic reasons, I'd been pouring out my soul in Drafts and leaving them there. They were never supposed to be seen by anyone else.
But I slipped up. I thought I published a post called "Mellow Yellow" about my love for the color yellow. I don't recall now, and the posts are lost before July 2013, and this would have been 2011, but it probably showcased yellow flowers in my gardens.
I may not have the posts I wrote since April 2009 for this blog, but I do have the photos I've kept on one computer. So I'm bringing them out today to show you some of my life then.