all the winter birds are winging home now

So it is 2009 and we have to go home. The new year always brings such sadness because I never want to leave Florida. Sunsets, salty wet air, calm, water, dolphins, a new Thoroughbred love, nostalgic condo, idyllic back porch luncheons, sunshine. It is magical here. Still, there is hope of magic at home with our new Thoroughbred fostering buddies. One such cutie is at the top of this post. And the frivolous Candyland that I painted at the end for good measure. Happy, happy.