“The finest workers in stone are not copper or steel tools, but the gentle touches of air and water working at their leisure with a liberal allowance of time.” — Henry David Thoreau
To the delight of winter-weary northerners and the dread of allergy sufferers, spring has sprung. The annual flower show has begun and Mother Nature’s floral minions, the bees, are out in force.
I’ve always been a four-seasons-kinda girl. I’m not talking about hotels or restaurants, but rather the changing of the seasons. And I love each and every one of them for entirely different reasons. So when we landed in lovely Ljubljana, my heart soared. It was Fall.
The tag line for our blog is Travel Tales with a Twist, and two weeks ago while traveling in Puebla, Mexico, we experienced a truly unexpected twist … an earthquake.
For heat-seared Southerners searching for a respite, Michigan’s Upper Peninsula is the perfect place in summer. Temperatures that probably scorch cold-hardened Yoopers (residents of the UP – as in UPers), seem downright refreshing to us.
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.” — Henry David Thoreau
Summer’s merciless heat, humidity, and squadrons of mosquitoes had moved on leaving behind crystal clear, azure skies, dazzling sunshine, and Cote d’Azur temperatures.