I don’t know how to start this post: with what is sure to be a woefully inadequate description of a most amazing day? The tall firs against the blue, blue sky and the warmth of the almost equinox sun. Or with the understated fact that I would rather pick apples than do just about anything else. Snagging the crimson-streaked golden orbs with the apple picker and dropping them in my basket. Sharing the orchard with the deer family, who keep their distance but don’t run off. Lying in the grass, resting from my labor that can’t possibly be considered work. I think when I wrote these words in my head, they were the start of a longer post, but now I don’t know what more there is to say.
New post on Daughter on Duty.
“Mama and Elliot have new means of movement. Mama got a walker while I was on my mountain adventure. She doesn’t need one, really, but she’s been talking about it for a while. Two years ago she tried to get her doctor and then the physical therapist to tell her she needed one for balance, but they said she was doing fine with her cane…” [Read more]
New post on my blog.
“Interestingly, since my solo camping days began quite a few years ago, three nights has always seemed just about right. I can keep food in the cooler just that long, I can deal with the lack of a bathroom and shower about that long. In the south, I could cope with the heat pretty much that long, in the Pacific Northwest…” read more