The light travels over the hills
This is my driveway I have been shoveling this week. I put a picture of my shovel. Here is the conversation I had with Emily: Me: “It took me 6 Hours to shovel the Driveway which is .10 mile.”Emily: “You need a better shovel.”Me: “Here is a picture of my shovel.”Emily: “You mean you really […]
The snow was piling up in New England. Here in Stoney Creek we had echoes, flurries, and cold sunshine.
I do not ever get tired of the sunrise. It gives me hope and strength.
The mountains really are this color sometimes. When we first moved to Tennessee I used to call it the impossible colors.
It never ceases to amaze me how you can see the weather change over the distant mountains. The sun was shining so brightly in one part of the sky, but there was a snowstorm in the distance.
I’m snowed in its March 25 in Tennessee and I can’t get off the hill and that means I’m not going to be able to get to school —
It has to get easier.
The walk to the mailbox has become the days large adventure. My world has become very small. This is the journey to and home from the mailbox. Elbow and I visited the mother spider , you can see her nest in the mail box
Where I am right now elbow and I are guarding the hill
This is the house across the street. We are moving here and I hope to turn the other one into a studio. The landlord really wanted us to move into this one because he wanted someone who would take care of it.