Frank and I have been together a very long time, since we were both very young. This year we will be married for 30 years, yep I said 30, and before that we dated for 5. See what I mean? Needless to say we spend a lot of time together and in turn do almost everything together. By that I don't mean the usual everyday things like going to work, getting a haircut, doctor's appointments, grocery shopping, picking up the cleaners, etc. I mean the leisurely, social, entertaining things; like going to dinner, plays, museums, art exhibits, antiquing, walks in the park, rides in the country...I am not used to doing these types of activities by myself. It's not that I am shy or afraid or embarrassed it's just that I'm not used to it. At least not at home. When we travel I usually take off by myself to explore and just wander around, I guess I feel a certain freedom in being away in a foreign place, somewhat anonymous, away from the everyday routine of life which makes me feel like flying, and that I can fly. At home it's different, I guess because everything is familiar and the everyday worries weighing on you just makes it as if there is nothing new, nothing to explore and discover. Well, clearly that is not so as I found out. Having had such a difficult time finding a full time job I took a crappy little part-time job that will at least get me out of the house and away from looking at job boards on my computer for a few hours a week. Driving to my little job a couple of weeks ago through the lovely town of Summit, New Jersey (and if you haven't seen it, you don't know what your missing--yes, I know everybody makes fun of New Jersey, it's called envy) I spied the entrance to an arboretum, the Reeves-Reed Arboretum, and my breath caught in my throat. Boy would I love to go there. So I told Frank about it, and he said; "why don't you?" and I thought "by myself?" Well, why not, and today I did just that. I took 52 pictures for my first visit-I promise not to post all.