Home again, home again, jiggidy jig.

 Sort of sick by the time I finally got home yesterday. So no blog this morning (I usually write the night before). Slept fine though, and it probably was just fatigue from travel.

This morning there's heavy fog, but no rain. While I was gone, Black Mountain apparently got a lot of rain, which it needed. In Tampa FL we had off and on light showers a few days. There were many coastal floods from the previous weekend's deluge which hit...just heavy rain and wind, but some Gulfport boats were flung ashore and are now stranded.

Here's my daughter-in-law selling Moonlit Macarons in Gulfport the weekend after the storm.  All is well in the center of the little town.

And here I am with my own bunch. Doug (ex-hubby) me, William, Cayenne and my son Marty. Becker in front row is the service dog at Freedom Plaza, a senior apartment building in Sun City Center, FL

There are more photos to come...

Here's something I like...though of course the big celebration is over.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘀.

"Santas" of Northern Russia: on very left, Yamal Iri, the "White Elder" of the Yamal Peninsula, belonging to the indigenous Nentsi people; Second from the left is Russian Ded Moroz himself; Third from the left Chyskhaan, the "Bull Man" of the Sakha people of Yakutia, in Northern Siberia; next one, the lady, is Tugeni Eneken, "Mother Winter", of the Evenki and other tundra nomads; after her is the visiting official Santa Claus of Finland; and then Pokkaine, the youngish "Santa" of the ethnic Karelian people.

Photo: Vladimir Sevrinovsk posted to Facebook Dec 25, 2020

Have a great day...in this mid-time between Christmas and New Years.

Landing back home

With this scratched window on the plane, I was able to see a bit of the mountains below, then the welcome airport of Asheville, NC

Fontana Lake, photo from internet

So I didn't take my own photos of the great panorama that slid beneath our plane.  However, I did have a fabulous thought as I flew over the wildness of mountains below.

There were so many areas that had been explored and were now owned by man (people, generic humans) but there were probably areas of woods below me which had never felt the footprint of a person.  Could that be?  Surely not.  But I had the sense that some of the ridges and slopes had been there for so long, but a person had never chanced to walk there.   Is that possible?

I noticed that the drought worn sides of the reservoirs and dammed up lakes in Georgia had brilliant clay banks, the orange a contrast against the blue of the water.

Then I noticed that the banks of the next lake (probably Fontana) had a tan color.  I'd left the Georgia clays behind.

And I could see the wandering ribbon of the Blue Ridge Parkway along my own home mountains.

Then I was back into my life.  A little bit different.  Coming into it was like putting on an old coat, it fit, but felt a bit different.  There were areas where I could stretch or ignore, but my attention was definitely changed by my week away.

What a difference seeing Asheville airport after leaving Atlanta's airport!

Quote for today:

Every morning is like a new reincarnation into this world. Let us take it then for what it is and live each moment anew.

Paul Brunton

Decorations at home

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A collection of evergreens, pseudo Christmas trees...to enjoy year after year.

The color of snow

January 2011 had lots of snow in my front yard. 
We have a little bit forecast tomorrow, but it's due to melt pretty quickly.

You all who live up in the real snow country, I know how tired of it you can get...but I just would like one or two days looking like this.

This is being sent to Friday Fences.