We were tucked into our condo on Ft. Myers Beach for three whole days when I realized the only thing I’d worried about, or even felt marginal concern over, was my garden back home.
I guess that’s the beauty of vacation. There’s something about leaving. About running away from knocks on the door, shuttling kids to and fro, and putting dinner on the table.
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