on the edge of something wonderful...

The Folly River looking west

It seems that when life has overdrawn your patience and the last bit of wherewithal ekes out of you, along comes love in some odd package...wrapped with you in mind and tightly secured with a precisely curled ribbon...a serendipity, a synchronicity, a surprise, a salute. The trick is to recognize the answer when it presents itself...to know that love walks on two legs or four legs, has been assigned odd zip codes, and blooms in curious colors. Sometimes it turns up when your nails are ragged, your hair is askew and you're wearing that same old blue T-shirt you can't bring yourself to throw away.  It flies in on the fluttering wings of hummingbirds and screeches through the air on the call of the Jay.  It stands at the door.  And even though you are facing the opposite direction, somehow the package gets delivered.  I love my life on the island even when I don't love my life on the island.  I don't mind the wind, the rain, or the delays.  For you see, I've been waiting a long time, and I'm on the edge of something wonderful.  

The marsh and Folly River beyond

"Too much of a good thing is wonderful."  Mae West