Day 4- Mist on the Mountain, Critters in the Hole

Look in the lower right corner. See the deer? A whole family greeted me as I drove home from the store last night.



I know. Big whoop. But there's no TV up here. We do the best we can with what we've got to work with.

This morning it was still rainy and cool.


So, Maggie and I went off in search of adventure and found a bunch of new critter holes.





We watched the mist rise off the mountain.

Found a little bit of treasure...



and a few signs of Spring.




We returned home only a little bit worse for wear...

Life at the Cabin

It's all good.

Strange Sightings Around the Little Log Cabin

I've seen some strange rigs in my lifetime but this beats all. I was out walking around the old spring box across the lane when a bit of shiny metal caught my eye. With the leaves off the trees and the undergrowth dead, I could clearly see an iron mounted in the Y of a tree growing beside the spring box.



An iron. The top portion of the handle has been pulled off and a electrical wires somehow attached to it. Almost three feet of cord extended from the iron and had been wound around the trunk of the tree and then severed. When I looked at the spring box top I could see where the yellow wire seem to have been attached to it and then severed, leading me to wonder if somehow power was at one point run to the iron and maybe past that to the pump in the spring box? Why? What purpose would that serve? Wouldn't the iron be "hot?" No pun intended.

Is that weird or what?

New Year's Wishes From the Little Log Cabin in Southwest Virginia

Another year gone...

In May, I discovered my little cabin in the hills and it has become my sanctuary. The place where I go to find quiet and peace.



I have seen summer, fall and now the beginning of winter there and so far, every season is full of beauty.





The writing hasn't gone so well this year, full of fumbling and false starts. It's as if a part of me is in deep freeze, inaccessible when I call on it to spark the passion necessary to good writing.

Oh well. I think it's hard to write well when the pressure is also there to make it pay the bills. Silly me, picking two professions that don't pay nearly as well as say...computer wizardry. Wish I could say I would do differently in my next life, but I'm fairly certain I would still lead with my heart.

My Sister Flea gave me the good word when I went down to visit Mom last week. She breezed into our designated shopping spree location saying, "Good news! This is your year to achieve!!" I said, "Does that mean make money?" Flea smiled serenely. "It just said achieve- so I suppose that means whatever you set your mind to will happen."

I took it as a good sign.



Maybe if I spent a little more time up at the cabin...

A Rainy Sunday in the Holler...

Rain, rain, here to stay...It's come again for another day...



I tried to get Maggie to go for a walk but she pitched a fit! I mean, it was just like a two-year-old's temper tantrum- head shaking, bucking up and down on the leash like a wild horse, throwing herself back toward the porch.



She's never done that. I guess she was just trying to make sure I knew she still deserves her "Psycho Dog" title.

I spent the day slogging back and forth to the barn, carrying boxes of indoor decorations and the woebegone Christmas decorations that had been lying out in the yard, victims of the last wind and rain storm.






Everything was snug and cozy until the propane gave out. I suppose I'll have to call and get an account set up with a supplier. Oh well, the leftover propane was fun while it lasted...At least I'm getting good at keeping the wood stove going.





Tonight as I drove back down the lane toward my city home, I noticed the creek down by the neighbor's horse farm was swollen with rainwater. By now I'm sure my spring box is full of water, so the water crisis is officially over-for now. What a relief!