Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Heading out to do chores this morning I was struck by the beauty of the sunrise. The way the sky changed colors in a matter of minutes and how beautiful the land looks bathed in the purest of gold from the early sun. Three squirrels chased each other in a nearby tree, a single crow caw-ing from the cotton wood tree, and the cats at my feet waiting to be fed. Just a perfect chilly December morning.
It is a silent sort of morning, sitting next to the wood stove in my rocker, watching the birds outside my windo...