Musings

Great idea

Noting that the meteorologists predicted fabulous weather in our part of the world for the latter part of the week, we hit the road this morning headed for the mountains. First sight-seen: a fancy-painted (ok: wrapped) GooStreetView vehicle. Given how much I use that data, I’m okay with being in a few shots. I’ll remember to look in a month or two…

Our first real stop was our fave mountain bakery, just at the west end of the…

Cherohala Skyway.

Beautiful high-elevation views along most of the western Skyway. We ate the first half of our tasty bakery sandwiches here. Breezy, but sunny and not too chilly.

Stopped at Stecoah Gap to eat our second sandwich half. And I walked a good twenty-five feet along the AT.

Updated world-let

Apologies for the posting delay. I had to update my phone. Then ten minutes after the most-of-an-hour that that took, my watch alerted to needing its own update. And now, almost overwhelmingly, I can’t tell any difference from The Old Ways.

Luck-ified

Lucky me, I found a penny! Battered, yet I suspect still worth one cent.

Double lucky…I found blooming jonquils. Just a bit too far to lean over and inhale.

Yay. And yay.

Ta-da! First walk in a month. Two big fat miles. At faster than 20-minute miles, so healthy.

I even found the odd flower, and this ready-to-open camellia bud. Interestingly, the flowers were totally white. No pink rims, as you might expect.

Saved by the beetle

I clicked this thinking I’d compose an insipid post about the difficulties of capturing the feeling of watching a cold rain fall from inside a warm place, or even just the rain in motion.

Then I spotted this ladybug/ladybird beetle toddling along the window sill, and whoa!

Procrastination

Now that I’ve gotten more mobile, there’s been rain off and on, so too difficult to remove the leaves from the balcony.

Thirty-two

Goodies…from the closest we have in our neighborhood to a French bakery.

Memories

Just saw footage from Tintern Abbey on a British show about moving to the country, and I remembered our visit there in April 2016. Waaaaaay pre-COVID.

BTW, the name is Welsh is Abaty Tyndryn.

Ropa sopa

I combined leftover ropa vieja and new veggies and the last of T-giving—some broth, although you can’t see the broth.

I’m calling it ropa sopasopa meaning soup. I’m congratulating myself on my alliteration. 😎

December variation

We are amidst season confusion. Many leaves have fallen, meaning autumn; however, some bulbs are sending greenery sun-wards…meaning spring(ish).