New Year

We’ve spent the first weeks of ought eleven clearing brush and thanking God for the dry weather, so different from the claustrophobic ice-cave of last year’s Snowpocalypse. Severe times make us grateful for what we have. This winter storms have sped up the coast leaving us high and dry in our little Blue Ridge hollow. A good time to attack the old fence line along the road that’s finally rotted into a mass of honeysuckle, spindly posts and bits of wire. When things are bare down to the bone, it’s a good time to do some clearing.