I love trees.
naturally bubbling up springs,
or waves in the ocean,
or even the dashes between rocks of the streams
coming through the mountains.
I saw this huge tree, cut and stacked by the side of the parking lot this morning.
I love outdoors, this time of year. It is so vast.
I know, that's such an understatement.
But the comfort level is there, for me to spend many more hours outside than some other times of year, like winter for one. Of course there are the hot muggy afternoons when I gladly retreat inside for other kinds of pleasure.
Here's the ford crossing the creek, going to the service road which goes uphill to the left, or down hill to the right where the chipper is. I'm pretty sure lots of trucks can just go right across the creekbed here. This is the flatest place I've seen on this mountain creek.
Thanks to Vicki and Amika, for regular comments, and I know Rosemary is trying to say something too, just hasn't gotten through the blogger fogger. Whatever it is, it's just a fog. At least her comments didn't go to the Spam detector...I checked!