On the morning of the 22nd some of us that were feeling up to it popped up before the sun and drive to one of our favorite second homes to watch the sun come up.
There wasn't so much of a sun rise as there was a gradual brightening and gradually more bluish light through the fog of Monte Sano. The fire was warm, the food yummy and the friendship appreciated and much needed. It's amazing what a few moments of talking Pooh with a 6-year-old can do for an achy heart.
A few days later we took a Christmas Day stroll to the middle of this chunk of land we live on back to the cliffs that we've named for my late Aunt Ruth. This is basically the same path I took on the 29th of last month.
The weather is dong funny things. It's cold, but not as cold as it was last year about this time. It's been just rainy enough and warm enough that the mushrooms are making a run for it and some of the green has returned for a confused sneak-peek of Spring.
There's a tree around the corner from the cliffs that grows on a table of stone with it's big round tree-butt hanging over the edge. I'd love to see the supporting roots in a cross-section of the hillside.
|One must keep a sharp eye out for cliff goblins|
We don't have any spectacular waterfalls on the land, but the creek makes a good effort in wet weather.
A few more pictures are here and here.