It’s good to be home in hot, humid Georgia. From California to Georgia to Virginia back to Georgia, all in one week. California was an adventure, but it was time to go home, and deposit most of the young olives along the way.
The youngest olive was left in California with Mr. Olive Crazy for guy bonding, the second was dropped in Atlanta to get ready for college, the third in Virginia, and the fourth remained in my possession. As soon as we got home for good, my daughter announced how relieved she was to be home in the humid south. I thought she was kidding, but no. She really meant it. It seems that she too was missing an essential ingredient of the hot Georgia summers – moisture.
My daughter, who is 15, told me that she had become very dry and crackily out west and was concerned she might start looking old. “Welcome to my life,” I thought. I told her about my problems out west with dry, tight, itchy skin and how I even wrote an article about Dad and I using Henley Natural Shea Butter Cream with extra virgin olive oil. She asked if I had any left. I had to tell her that I left the jar with Dad, who needed it worse. “Hmm,” she grunted at me.
We didn’t talk anymore about dry skin until this afternoon when we were getting ready to go to the craft store. My daughter has decided the rest of her summer will be best used making bracelets. She put on a cute pair of shorts and said she needed to moisturize her legs, then asked where I kept the olive oil. I was proud.
May the sun shine through your branches.