"...The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep."
Robert Frost

For some reason part of that poem is what came to mind as I was driving to church this morning and my odometer turned to 50,000. I thought of all the places I have been in fifty thousand miles...and all the places yet to be...where will the next fifty thousand take me?
Robert Frost

For some reason part of that poem is what came to mind as I was driving to church this morning and my odometer turned to 50,000. I thought of all the places I have been in fifty thousand miles...and all the places yet to be...where will the next fifty thousand take me?







Bright and early this morning my former landlady and friend Charlotte came knocking at my door. She was going to squeeze pomegranates, collect the juice and make jelly. This is a yearly tradition that I had helped her with last year. It is messy but fun! First we cut them in fourths then squeeze them with a citrus juicer. Then transfer the juice to a jar. I had a nice time visiting with her and her daughter in law as we squeezed away. I love doing this kind of thing!




