Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Thanksgiving at the river.
Where the turkey defrosts on a pile of wood next to the wood stove..
.. in a cabin that Mom makes feel like home.
Next to one of my favorite creeks.
Where I run until my lungs scream for air
Where the morning fog is thick on the banks of the river while I sip hot coffee.
Where the glow of the moss in the setting sun brings tears to my eyes
Where I want to lay in the miniature forests that carpet the rocks.
Where I left a piece of my heart
Monday, November 21, 2011
I've been getting up before the sun since the time change and loving it.
The rain is coming down on the dormer and I am thankful to have this little space. My desk has been moved back out here for the winter and it is where it belongs.
Found this little faux fern at Crate and Barrel yesterday and couldn't resist.
I've been thinking about creating a new space.. a creative space..
but I am having a hard time letting go of my time here at the "Burbs".
Maybe I can just keep on motoring here
View of my desk wall in the dormer
I'll be here as the sun comes up.
Wishing you a most wonderful week
and a very happy Thanksgiving.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Miniature daisies by my mother's grill
Adirondack shelter on the Laurel Highlands hiking trail
Bridge over Oil Cree
waaaaayyy down there.
Autumn trails make my heart
Hot lunch from the day pack by the creek on an
warm November day
Wishing we packed in the fly-rod.
I heard something on a pod-cast last week..
Adventure is what you make it.
In your backyard,
by the grill.
In the garden,
with the sun on your back.
On a familiar trail,
or a new one.
Doing something new,
or old with a new set of eyes.
We've spent the summer
Going to keep going right into winter..