I do not normally find the beiges and browns of late-November beautiful … unless it is in the form of potatoes, noodles and dressing. We have had several sun-less days; so this morning when the sun was shining brightly I opted to visit one of my favorite places.
The timber on my Mom’s farm (and my grandparents’ farm before her) ambles along the Kaskaskia River. There are hills and cliffs that drop straight into the river. Hiking the hills can make my thigh muscles quiver. Most importantly, there is peacefulness. It feels like time slows down a bit. There isn’t such a pressing need to hurry.
A little holiday decorating?
Hope~Faith~Memories – Standing Watch