I love home.
I have laid down very deep roots in this place.
This is where I feel complete and at peace.
And yet, there's a bit of gypsy soul that rustles down deep and makes
my soul long to investigate new places.
I love to wander... as long as the road leads back home at the end of the day...
back to my loves.
Most days a hike with the dogs satisfies my urge for adventure.
That's the thing about where I live.
There is so much to see, so much to investigate.
The land changes from week to week.
No two hikes are ever the same.
Each time I step out into nature I see something new and remarkable.
Mother Nature inspires me
and fills me with awe.
It amazes me that in the middle of winter, when everything seems brown or grey...
this lives on the forest floor...
buzzing with the energy of a sunny day...
in an otherwise damp, hazy, cloud-covered world.
Nature just seems to reach out and draw me in...
the smallest things seem nothing short of miraculous.
Like this perfect, tiny 3 inch nest constructed entirely of horse hair...
having blown to the ground during a winter wind storm.
I am so lucky to have had a lifetime to enjoy this world...
and with a little more luck...many years left to explore and discover.
I am lucky to have companions who love to join me...
Someone else has a gypsy's heart as well!
Annie seized the day and took off on a jaunt yesterday.
It looks as though she had quite the adventure!