I wanted…

These were my hopes and dreams for my “second half” of life.

(from a list I made in 2003)

My own house, with a quiet garden

near a wooded area for daily walks.

Animals (cat, dog, bird, interactions with horses).

To keep my friends to love & be loved by me.

A man who is wise, kind, strong & gentle,

to love me & be loved by me.

To bring children into my life.

A great job.

1 or 2 extravagant vacations each year.

To do my artwork, and give it to friends, & sell it to people I like.

To do creative writing, and submit it for publication.

I could only wrest from Life some of what I wanted, but I am grateful that I have had my house for more than a decade, and around it I planted a quiet garden, but by then it was too late in life for me to take any daily walks in the wooded area just down the street at Ewing Manor II Park.

Caption: Annmarie Throckmorton at age fifty-three.