"Ask of the beasts..."

 

 

1000 times.

 

I figure...give or take.

 

Probably 900 with Keeli. Couple hundred of them on the run...

 

Nearing three years here with the Catawba Creek. Up and down it along our Gossamer Trail, as I've dubbed it.

 

Some might call it rather drab in winter dress.

 

 

Actually, I find it a desirous contrast and balance to the full-blown summer cover. Basic, bone-yard awaiting the colorful apparel of life once again. Soon to arrive here in the Carolinas'. By the sound of the birds; even on these 'frozen water bowl' mornings, Spring's advance guard marches in on February.

 

 

 

 

 



So I should be quite familiar with these surroundings by now you say? Well, yes but... I see new sights continuously. Different 'eyes' tend to spot different elements on a variety of levels...

 

...and of the birds...

and of the bushes of the earth...

 

 

Say hello to 'Turtle-Rock'!

 

 

 

Who said Nature can't work with 'right' angles'?

 

 

 

 

Or that we can't 'blend in'...?

 

 

 

Sharing shadows... we share the same breath...the same light...

 

Connected...

 

 

Maybe separate... but never truly alone.

 

 

So hey... there's 'Tree Snake'!

 

She reminds me... to 'Be water my friend'

 

"Running water never becomes stale..."

 

 

Keep it's Divine power and wisdom for ever and always behind you... 

 

 

 As true and strong as the Hickory.

Elevate yourself!

Reach out... and up.

 

...and they shall teach you

that the hand of the Lord has done this...

 

...and is in the breath of all mankind."

(Job 12)

 

Dynamic weather here in the Carolinas this time of year. Can be in the teens or push 70. Bostonians and more would find it amusing the preparations going on here for an inch or two of expected snow starting this afternoon. Cold temps (teens and 20's) make any moisture a challenge. Low of 3 predicted for Wednesday? Ouch. Plumbers be ready... Ice in multiple forms will be the big deal here.

 

When you combine the nature of the terrain here, however; read: no straight and level or wide roadways, add way too many nut-cases with driver's licenses and NASCAR chemicals in the water, you will understand that as soon as the first flakes flies or that freezing rain starts to fall, it will be home-time for this boy. I have no ego needs to prove my Minnesota-born driving skills.

 

It's about the 'other guys'! So...

 

Gossamer Trail will be the place for me.

 

Hopefully in fresh, virgin white. At least for a day or two. Or longer with the monster cold front. Another snow event I see, for next week.

 

Sorry, bullfrogs. You'll will need to dig deep again for another week.

 

Don't let the warm breath of 60 on Sunday fool you... if the pond melts.

 

 

Ya... I suppose you know this drill, don't you?   ;)

 

You don't need my 'advice'.

 

OK; I'll go get a few supplies and a candle or two. You never know what "OCTAVIA" may hold in store for us...