Reflecting in gratitude on officer appreciation day.
There are few things as beautiful as a winter sky here in Snow Camp. One of those is a winter sky when it's actually warm enough to enjoy it from any point in the yard.
But, there's more than convenience in communicating. The weight of this old phone is a reminder of how important and wonderful it is ~and always has been~ to hear the voice of someone we care about, someone we love.
...a few more leaves release their grip to leave the height of the branches for the rush of the wind. Gliding, swirling, rising, falling, beautifully in air currents invisible, but for what they carry, and today, they carry the copper leaves of November.
The coffee is fresh, the day is new. The china cup, probably closer to 100 than I realized.
Sadness is only part of the journey. There is immense beauty, joy and love in this world, and if we can't find it when we look around, perhaps it's time for us to make it happen.
It's just past noon in this little corner of the world. Just beyond the screen mid-day rain is dancing with the slight, cool breeze. It's a in-between hour, in an in-between part of the year. Change is in the air. Glorious, brilliant, magnificent. All true descriptions of the colors of the maples, elms, oaks, all … Continue reading In between.
Like the geese, I was leaving too. I won't need to go as far south as these birds. Most of my "flock" is relatively close, physically or in my heart. And for that fact and those people, I am so grateful.
The clouds are breaking up and drifting off. A glimpse of the harvest moon may be possible tonight, after all. There's more to be done, but for now I'll enjoy the patio at Saxapahaw General Store. It's a cool 70 degrees, there's a buzz of people coming and going, and the buzz of conversations drifting … Continue reading Days like this and Tangerine beer.