Yesterday, among other things, there was a light dusting of snow In the morning.
It was cold and it stayed put, especially on the paths we began mapping out on the hill we cleared outside the kitchen side of the house. We left a fallen tree to use as a sitting place. It is higher and we can have a long view with tea.
This morning, something pink was going on.
Like a path to even higher still.
Soul-o, my travelling companion, started this game of higher ground last night.
So a longer view is on my mind and Hey Ho. I've new space in my mind for wandering. Sipping tea, I said to my-selves, let's look past the bullshit and make something useful.
