I\u2019m writing these words from the North Georgia Mountains, my querencia as the Spanish say, meaning a safe haven, home and a place from which one draws strength. It\u2019s here that I feel most whole, secure and at peace. The solitude recharges me.<\/p>\n
Right now it is raining, playing a symphony on the tin roof, an overcast day perfect for getting some down time and reading a good book. I look forward to getting into Greg Grandin\u2019s latest work, America, America: A New History of the New World<\/em> (2025).<\/p>\n Here springtime arrives in a hurry after a cold winter, closing in and wrapping everything in green, budding plants and trees and the first blooms of mountain laurel, the harbinger of more colors to come – rhododendrons, wild flame azaleas and the subtle green shades of the ubiquitous ferns among the rocks and secluded glens. It is a sharp contrast to St. Simons on the coast where the change is more subtle; here spring is dramatic, in your face, and full of promise.<\/p>\n We are only here for a few days, but the time reminds me that life is good.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I\u2019m writing these words from the North Georgia Mountains, my querencia as the Spanish say, meaning a safe haven, home and a place from which one draws strength. It\u2019s here that I feel most whole, secure and at peace. The solitude recharges me. Right now it is raining, playing a symphony on the tin roof,…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":6,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1331","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-by-robert-fischer"],"yoast_head":"\n