We drove up the snowy winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. All around was evergreen trees as tall as we could see with snow topping the branches with green foliage. It was breathtaking with the monochrome landscape palette of a winter’s day light and green and white lighting our way. We were making our way up the winding road together listening to soft classical music which seemed to fit the mood as we were calmly anticipating spending a first weekend together alone. We had picked this destination for the seclusion. We both loved nature and the serene atmosphere of a cabin in the woods that overlooked the lake at the bottom felt like a natural spot for us to get away from it all. We had been driving for quite some time and were relieved to have gotten off the main roads and onto the mountain dirt road. It felt as if we had finally veered off in another direction that felt more blissful. It was as if we could feel the shift from a long tired trip and we were finally getting to our final destination and many emotions were coming all at once. I felt a sigh of relief and calmness flow through my body as if I could finally relax and melt into the moment. I was tired for sure, eyes were feeling fatigued with sleepiness. I was holding his hand as he was driving and I was leaning in towards his direction, with an eagerness to finally get settled in together and get lost in his warm embrace. The feeling of his hand was all I wanted in that moment. I knew he was the one, I had felt it from the first moment with him. He felt like home to me. I was silently recalling a favorite song of mine that spoke directly to my heart and it’s like my love for him, was what all the love songs I had ever heard were written just so I could finally understood what love was. I realized I had been so wrong about so many things, and I couldn’t see so much, because when I first lost him all those years ago he took a whole part of me. I had to learn to live without what I wanted. I wasn’t sure if I had lost him, but he had left. I know he definitely took a part of my heart. It was like now, he was bringing it back to me, and all the voids inside me were beginning to fill up, slowly but surely. I could feel it. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. I don’t think he quite knew how much he meant to me. I don’t think I even knew at the time. It’s been the most complex mystery of my life and the unraveling of a new life was something I could see for the first time.
It was a day like just every other, yet something felt different. I received a package on the front porch and it was wrapped with a big pretty bow around it. Yet, I could only see it from under the dark shades I was wearing, and the sun was too bright and I didn’t want to take them off. So, the box looked black and white. From under my glasses it appeared to be black and white, but then when I stepped under the shade of the awning and removed my glasses, the box was green with a white silky ribbon, that was neatly tied. It was resting on the side of the house leaning up against the wall with other packages with it, that had come in the mail.
The World of Mermaids
“You know, mermaids aren’t real. They are fictional creatures!” A more level-headed friend once said to me. I shook my head and responded with, “Are you sure? You know, there was this one time at an aquarium where a seven year old girl set me straight! Now, I happen to believe she might just be right. Mermaids do exist!”
Oliver The Dragon
Oliver made his way along his morning path of flight. He usually never deviated from his morning rounds of flying around the forest and surrounding vicinities since he had to get back and tend to his breathing fire duties. There were numerous activities that he, being one of the only dragons in the Kingdom, had to do each day to entertain the mortals that had become accustomed to. Oliver always liked his morning flights. He relished in the sights he saw below, over and through treetops he could see the wildlife scurrying to and fro. Throughout the seasons he admired the leaves as they changed colors and swished through the air as he flapped his dragon wings up and down to make his way. Oliver had lived his whole life in the Cheshire Kingdom, and grew up as a baby dragon under his Uncle’s tutelage of being a future Dragon safe keeper for the Kingdom.
Salt Those Tomatoes
The most iconic summer food. Oh my goodness, that could be an endless list. Figuring out what to pick, to write about, could take awhile. So, in trying to think about the exact perfect, most iconic food recipe or bite to write about, I closed my eyes to envision, what I’ve most loved about summer in the past and what I most loved to eat. What came to my mind was a ripe juicy tomato. However, not just any old tomato, one that is picked fresh from a garden, perhaps in the Southern region of the United States. A tomato that is picked in the heat of the summer, just ripe for the picking, to bring inside a house, and lay upon a cold ceramic counter. This action would pre-empt one to reach into a drawer to get a cutting board and a knife just sharp enough to slice the juicy red tomato with some rough patches, just enough to indicate that it was garden grown, and not presented as “perfect” to be sold in a store. Slicing the tomato with just enough accuracy to get almost even slices, good enough that it doesn’t really matter, because they will be gone within a matter of minutes. The next step would be to get out a pretty plate, with maybe some blue patterns on it, a contrast in color, that would help illuminate the natural earth delight that you are about to devour. For me, a salt addict, I must admit, the next step would be to reach for that salt shaker, you know the one the Doctors warn you about. If you are lucky like me though, you find out later in life, you need extra salt in your life, due to an odd auto-immune disorder not widely known, that requires one to add extra salt to everything to achieve a healthy equilibrium. I must say, I don’t complain about that, because if you have ever tasted a fresh juicy home grown tomato with salt and some pepper sprinkled on it, in the dead heat of summer, you might think you up and went to a place called natural food heaven. At least that’s what it’s like for me. It takes me back to simpler days where getting garden grown food like tomatoes and raspberries, corn, and carrots from a neighbor’s garden was a gift you couldn’t turn down.
I got my dog. I got my little angel from a shelter in the month of February in 2017. His original name was Little Dude. There he was a small white and black little dog. He was looking all scared and meek and mild. I thought to myself, he will be a calm mannered dog, oh boy was I wrong. Wrong for all the right reasons though, because what he has inside of him, helped me come back to life. I have a dear friend who told me once that dog is spelled God backwards. That has always stuck with me, and I believe that God put me and my dog together for a reason. I named him Rocky! Rocky, because I love the Rocky movie series and have always found them inspirational! An underdog from the streets of Philly shocks the world with his grit and determination. Although I found Rocky in Denver, Colorado, and not in Philly, his heart is a fighting one. I say that he saved my life. He brought me back from a place where I was in deep despair and gave me new hope. I had never had any being love me as unconditionally as this little dog does. Rocky, because I love how Sylvester Stallone yells out “Adrian!!” at the end of his Rocky movies, and because I am an Adrienne as well! Since, I didn’t have a real life flesh and blood male human of a Rocky in my life, I thought that having a dog bark at me like he is yelling “Adrienne, yo, Adrienne, I did it!!” would be the next best thing! To this day, he has never let me down! Oh, yes, we have had our adventures, both good and bad. Scary ones too! Like when he kept eating things he shouldn’t have and we have spent hours in emergency rooms together. Also like when he got so jealous of other dogs, who I gave my attention to during my pet sitting days, and got his ear bit and I had to take him to the emergency room to get his ear stitched up! He got his ear bit because he snapped ferociously one too many times at a sweet boy dog named Jack, who after he millionth time of rocky being a little brat had had enough! I can’t say I blamed Jack! Boy was that scary for both of us! Now he has an ear with a tear in it and I think it gives him a bit of character! He is still the cutest pup in the whole world to me!
Songs To Sooth Our Anti-Love Hearts
My Anti-Valentines Day playlist spans several decades of musical genius and talent, seeming all the way back to the days where I wasn’t even an idea in my parents minds. I would say my playlist starts with good ole fashioned Patsy Cline, an original queen of Country music, with her famous words to the song Crazy. I have definitely had many moments in my life where I could sing the lyrics to this song in my head over some guy who I felt “crazy for loving”. Looking back, I was definitely “crazy for feeling so blue” over almost all of the dudes who weren’t worth even a single teardrop.