Gratitude for having this hill to walk on this morning, the last Thursday in November.
Gratitude that the rain of the last three days held off so Suzy and Petey and I could enjoy ourselves out here, early morning ground fog lifting and the leaves wet underfoot. And gratitude that there are a few more days until the advent of deer hunting season when the whole experience of walking on the hill will be spiced up by a little fear of having one’s head blown off.
Roaring Brook filled with rain, rushing down the hill.
Artifacts in a grown over barnyard.