I’ll be late getting to Stone Creek today, because I have to go to the doctor–something minor. Not to worry.
Mercy, it’s been hot lately. I’m starting to look forward to fall, and the cooler weather. Memories of last winter’s snow draping the draw are becoming more persistent. This winter, I plan to spend more time at the lake. I didn’t see the phenom last year, but the lake freezes over, I’m told, and the jet-skiiers and fishermen are replaced by skaters. Snow collects in drifts on the ice, and then the wind comes along and sends the powdery stuff into an elegant ballet of swirls and billows.
Nature. How wondrous it is! I often see the sunrise, and it always takes my breath away. I raise my coffee cup and say, “Good one, God!”