OMGosh. I'm actually posting an image today. It has been awhile. And I have tried to take photos, oh how I've tried, but I've been in a horrible rut of late. The photo mojo just ain't clickin'. But I know that this too will pass...
What have I been doing?
For one, I haven't been working as I've taken a couple days of vacation. I'm in play mode. I've been Twittering and Skyping my brother and nephew, securing our electronic connection thing.
Then, Annie and I have taken several walks in the winter woods. She's finally discovered her nose leads her to exciting wildlife rewards such as turkey poop.
And my girls both returned home to make withdrawals from the Bank of Parent's ATM. While they were here, gracing us with their presence, Milton Bradley entertained us. Joined by my folks, we played Monopoly and Rummikub.
And yes, I would be remiss in mentioning The Food. Like many of you, I ate and will continue to eat.
And I read. Here's a discovery. Appalachian son Jim Wayne Miller speaks of places I know.
He loved warm winter days when woodlands opened
their summer secrets to a passerby.
Treeshadows lay crisscrossed, low creeks deepened,
borrowing their cold blue from the sky.
Icicles glistened on the rock-backed ridges,
a field of broomsage hissed in the wind.
Frost and fencepost shadows melted by edges
of pasture-fields where coal-black cattle stood.
Sunlight ricocheted from tin-topped barns,
streaking the chalk walls of the limestone quarry.
Between white sycamores the river turned,
sure of where it was going, in no hurry.
Now if you will excuse me, I'm going to hop into the shower and then go to The Rock to watch my beloved Appalachian State football team play S.C. State in the first round of FCS playoffs.