Beyond the Fork in the Road

2 October 2006: I had to take a minute to "stop and smell the roses" on the way to Canada Monday morning. Who could not when greeted with a sight like this?! On Tom's drive to work (which I also took), there is this overlook that gives you an unbelievable view of the Pigeon River Valley and the Canadian hills beyond. At 7:02 AM, the sun was just thinking about coming up to burn off the early morning mist when I took this shot.

Quotable Quotes

"We (humans) are the only animal that fouls its own nest."

- Think about it.

"If you must complain, limit it to only those things you cannot change."

- Note to self.

"You know, it's not about owning some fancy possession. It's about becoming a part of that history."

- This illustrates exactly how I feel about this Swamp River Ridge house which will be standing long after I'm gone.

"I'm so far behind that I thought I was first!"

"Television is 'a throw-away narcotic for the Reality-stunned'"

- Trevanian

"You know, nothing really happens here. But I am constantly amazed how entertaining nothing always turns out to be."

"If everybody wanted everybody else to be happy all the time, then would it be Christmas all the time?" Laura asked.

And Ma said, "Yes, Laura."

- Laura Ingalls Wilder

"I do get tired. But, I never get tired of what I do."

- Sister Timothy "Tim" Kirby, CSS

"In new snow, there are no secrets."

- Gary Paulsen

"Fake it until you make it!"

As the song says, "These are a Few of My Favorite Things"

Hanging laundry outside on my new clothesline.
Doing chores in the wintertime when the moon is full enough to provide me with all the light I need.
My pantry.
Poultry eggs so freshly laid that they are still warm to the touch.
The first snow of the year.
The kitchen's wood cookstove.
The sizzle and smell of onions sautéing on the stove.
The smell from cleaning with Pine-Sol.
The smell of Annie Blue's fur.
The smell of freshly mowed (mown?) grass.
The smell of the chicken's grain in the grain barrels on a cold, cold morning.

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