Last year. Today I’ve been thinking about last year. When we escaped the endless winter by going south… twice.
When we spent two weeks before Christmas in Costa Rica. A week on the west coast at a small resort near Quepos, where there was warmth and colour. And no snow. Hubby snapped this view on a day trip drive we took.
And this one just behind where I was lounging by the pool. Pool pictures were NOT allowed … by order of moi.
Then we spent a week on the move. We drove inland and up into the cloud forest to Santa Elena, near Monteverde. Where the roads were unpaved, but there were still traffic jams. Like this one.
And views like this. Gorgeous.
And had a good old time eating ribs and drinking wine out of plastic cups at Captain Stan’s Smokehouse. We loved this place.
Then we moved on south to the Florida Keys. Where the flowers were brilliant. Hubby loves to take pictures of flowers.
And the wildlife posed for pictures. Or couldn’t be bothered to move.
Then we ambled back to Naples, Florida, to visit friends who spend a good part of the winter there. I undertook a little retail therapy, and Hubby golfed. And we even spent a day at the rodeo. That was a hoot.
Then we drove home to the… you guessed it… snow. The snow that never stopped falling and didn’t leave until June. At least, that’s what it felt like.
But this year we’re staying put until spring. So I’m endeavoring to be positive about winter, which is no great hardship, if I’m honest. With sunny days that give you a view like this… winter can be beautiful.
And on a gorgeous day last week when I ventured into Manotick for coffee with a friend, I chastised myself for not appreciating, or extolling, the virtues of our little village. For one thing we have a few lovely places to dine and sip. Like the French Cafe where I was meeting my friend Catherine, for lattes and a chat in front of the fire.
And some of the old houses off Main Street still retain the historic flavour of old Manotick.
Not to mention Watson’s Mill, the historic gem of the village, which still stands proudly on the bank of the Rideau River.
I strolled down onto the dam to get these shots.