I started the morning at my laptop, and I will finish the day the same way. That’s part of the joy of being on the mountain. My time is totally my own and I can write when I want and for as long as I want.
But, another source of deep joy for me is to be immersed 24/7 in the life of the mountain. Last night, for example, I heard an unusual noise on the porch. When I opened the door I had a guest that had arrived for a late dinner. A beautiful young possum was chewing on a large cow bone belonging to my Golden Retriever.
We chatted for a few minutes before my guest decided the bone was not as tasty as he had hoped. Either that, or I was poor dinner company. I was sad to see him go. He was still in that cute stage…which doesn’t last long for possums.
Tonight we had a glorious sunset on the mountain. Here is one pic.