If it’s a summer day in late August then I hope we are camping at the lake. If it’s that time of August when the wind is picking up and there is a taste of Autumn’s chill on the air then I am probably siting in a camping chair by the lake, fishing pole in hand …
I think when you try to trade in your Subaru the first question they ask you is ” Do you own a dog” and depending on your answer your trade in value could go down by a thousand dollars. Not that my Subaru is any where near new these days with over 63,000 mountain miles …
Some time It helps to be a mountain girl. I know where the wild blackberries grow in the autumn, and the best time of day to pick them and avoid rattlesnakes and tourists ( which do I loathe more?) I know where the wild mint grows deep in the rushing waters of our chilly …
I missed the week we had fall. We were out-of-town vacationing down San Diego way for seven days the one week we had glorious rain storms in our small mountain town. I missed days of rumbling thunder, lightning and hail that sent my kitty cats running under couches in terror. I missed afternoons cuddling up …
Today is a winter soups day. It is snowy, blustery and cold outside. In my snug mountain cabin it is almost seventy degrees with the oven on for hours and a fire blazing away since seven a.m. This week has been so crazy insane busy that today I have nothing planned …