"North Vernon," I replied.
"You left without saying good-bye."
"You were sound asleep; I didn't want to wake you." That, and the fact that I was so desperate to get out the door that I didn't even shower and shave.
I made it to Wilderstead about a quarter to eleven. There was still snow in the fields and woods, but all the roads were clear. I had intended to scrape my drive with my tractor blade, but that wasn't necessary. The day was bright and warming. Everything was melting.
I took a walk in the woods. Read for a bit. Took my tractor for a spin, just to keep the battery charged up. Read some more. Took an epic nap in the cabin. And then it was time to head back. Five hours of peace and rest at this time of year, even at the cost of five and a half hours' driving back and forth, is of incalculable worth. I feel so much better.
A winter's day
The view from my cabin of the far side of the Pishon
Just below a certain Thinking Spot lie these rills on the creek. The water was SO clear.
By the time I left, almost all the snow was melted in the open fields and neighbors' yards. Well, more is expected before Christmas. Let it snow, let it snow.
Peace to you all.