(Scrub oak leaves and pinecones on the North Hardscrabble)
Man, I have not done much blogging lately. Haven't felt like it. It's been crazy at work - we're transferring ourselves to a new electronic health record which is nuts to contemplate at this time of year, I think, what with the increased need to see clients during the holidays. Nuts are not, we're doing it. And we're surviving, which is very cool. The short days are really getting to me - and that's not ever been a problem before for me. I guess it reminds me of my mortality. My solution is to pull out the old Nordic Trac and sign up for twice weekly yoga classes again. It's a good solution and I'm happy again.
We went Christmas tree hunting this morning. The Forest Service wants folks to clear trees in some National Forest areas near our home. We always hike and see a tree 'way up there. Then, when we get up close we decide against that particular tree for some reason - and find another 'way further up there...and it goes on and on. We came across an old cabin - and outhouse - after we'd walked about 1/2 a mile up a trail. I wonder who lived here?
The forest was quiet except for us clomping around and kind of warm this morning. I love the marching soldier look of aspens in winter.
There were piles of bear scat all along this trail. I think they've gone to hibernate but maybe not 'cause it's so warm?
A beautiful stag crossed our path at one point. I even waved hi! at him and he didn't seem to mind at all. He stood and posed for several minutes before wandering up higher. I think he's looking at his doe who was several hundred yards away.
And, finally, the Tree comes home with us. We love her.
The rest of the day needs to be devoted to tree trimming and wreath making. So, I'd better get to it. Hope you all are "getting to it" the way you know best!