The mountains at John C.Campbell were mist-shrouded yesterday morning . . .
As were the mountains on the way home . . .
What a joy to be greeted by the clematis in full bloom . . .
And my own particular misty mountains. We sat on the porch and I heard the news -- the new calf, the big old fallen oak that only took one work day, several chainsaws, three men, a truck with a winch, and a tractor to be reduced to blocks and hauled down to the barn, ready for splitting.
It's good to be home.
6 comments:
I think life is good when you can come home to a place like this.
Life is very good.
Welcome home...and thanks for piecing together the answer to my question yesterday. It kept me from scratching my head too much.
From all the pictures I have seen of your home along the years I’d say you live in a wonderful place, and the location is outstanding, with super views. I see this type of hills on my monthly drives through the Tennessee and Georgia mountains but once in the homes I usually see weeds (or kudzu) – no flowers! I did buy a basil plant in a pot that I carry with me in my car, so it won’t burn out while I am in one of the houses.
So wonderful that your news had nothing to do with the 24/7 cycle on TV. Best to stay completely away from all that and focus on the important news. Welcome home.
Oh, how I wish! 😊💖
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