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The more things change...

Change is not so much what we make as it is what happens to us unawares. Not everything that changes is progress but it is inevitable that everything changes. The seasons flow on, all too quickly. We tighten our life-vests, and try to steer clear of the rocks. Along our way down the river, we are grateful for every resting place. Here's ours. Above, as it was in our first August here in 2016, and below, as it is now. We still miss the old cherry tree in the foreground of the first photo. It died the year after we moved here. We've carved a garden out of the hill and planted blueberries on the slope above. One thing hasn't changed. We're still here. It's still home. We'll hold to that reality as long as we can.

Yes, it did...

Yes, it did snow in Drovers Gap over the weekend. We got about a foot of the stuff, enough to give me an excuse to stay holed up in the house and write for a couple of days. By the time you read this, I will have shoveled clear the driveway down that long hill on the right of the picture.

Then, I will be expected to go places and pay attention to other people's schedules. There is a reason some people become hermits or monks. I don't know if I'd take to a cloistered life as a steady diet, but it is nice for a day or so, when the weather grants a confirmed introvert an excuse to do what comes naturally.

Henry's books.