Yearning for the Villages
Well, Old Man Winter has arrived at our house up north. Although it is beautiful, winter is also why we became snow flakes (not birds). Wishing tomorrow morning we could wake up at our home in the Villages and jump in the golf cart for 18 holes and them some dinner and dancing at one of the town squares. I guess instead I will have to get up and fire up the wood stove and then go out and fire up the tractor and plow the white stuff. Getting kind of old for this! Cant wait until the holidays are over and we can head south.
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