Outdoors

When I was barely able to walk, I became fascinated with the garden. My Dad was the gardener in our family, growing both flowers and vegetables. When I was 5, he finally let me help him plant a row of flowers. He showed me how to make the straight furrow in the middle of the annual flower bed. (He planted all the rest of the bed afterwards.) I was very precise in filling the row with seeds, carefully covering each with fine soil. Then I watered them tenderly and waited day by day for any sign that things were growing.

Finally got to see some of Alaska a few months ago. Went to Juneau and linked up with a friend of a friend who arranged an afternoon hop to one of the larger islands in the area. Less than 20 minutes from the Juneau airport, we were stepping off the 10-seater plane at Hoonah on Chichagot Island. The plane carries people to and from work, the mail, tourists, and anything else you can imagine. This is THE way one commutes around here.

For quite some time, I have been meaning to start blogging but never get around to doing it. But one of my new year resolution is to get started and share my experiences with those who might be interested. So here I go.