an infrequent repository of mostly new stuff
Christmas Day and today both warmed above 70 degrees. Another coming midweek. I’ve lost count, but that’s more than I remember in my lifetime.
While T napped and read on the porch swing, Doug and Jenn and I took the kayaks to Hatton Ferry and floated down the James for a few hours.
Saw one jonboat in the distance, briefly; otherwise, we had the river to ourselves all day long.
Not natural, but glorious even so.
A hawk borrowed these feathers from a Blue Jay and left them beside our path. Found them on our walk Christmas Eve.
Only a few days before Christmas, the second weekend in a row of 70 degrees. The rain ended just in time for Doug and I to get a short paddle in before dark, before winter returns.
When I planted this Beech, it was no more than a scrawny twig dug from the woods. A moment of kindness, rewarded year after year.
No downside to planting trees. Ever.
