Every time that I think that it is time to post here, I wonder what I can write about...what exciting thing has happened since I last wrote. I have come to the conclusion that there is little...precious little...that I would consider exciting. As I journey to my friend's blogs, I become a little envious. One blogger parachutes and climbs mountains. Another cycles everywhere. Some write about their journies in homeschooling. Many write about their adventures in farming.
I feel as if I am stuck in a rut. I work. I craft. I used to paint. Once every two years, we travel. That is it. Is it that I have lost my ability to imagine something more?
Perhaps it is the day. Dark clouds are overhead. Snow looms on the horizon. The next several months will be spent, for the most part, indoors. I have much to do inside, but is the inevitable drive in the snow that concerns me. I worry about my family who have no choice but to drive in it.
Let me ask you? What excites you?
Another dry walk - Shirley and Kathy on the trailAnother lovely morning for a walk with the ladies. Nine of us met at the trailhead for *Lake Whatcom's North Shore*. This th...