“We’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto” – and we’re not in Florida anymore, Ray Scott. This is one of my favorite pictures of my husband, Ray, the first Winter (Jan. 04) that he spent up here in Washington County, Upstate, New York – after 30 years in Broward County, South Florida. Ray had been working inside our cozy cottage, probably painting or pulling up that awful rug that covered our beautiful wood floors. He was hot and wearing shorts and didn’t bother to change to go out and feed the birds.
Three years later, when Ray was in Albany Medical Center on Life Support for 5 weeks, it was this image of him feeding the birds under the birch tree outside our bedroom window that kept me going. I would see him again in my imagination under that same tree and ask God to bring him back to the birds and me. That was 5 years ago. He still feeds the birds that flock to that birch tree. But, he no longer wears shorts in Winter!