Last Wednesday I made the long, perilous, nerve-wracking journey into town. En route I endured endless delays due to road construction.
I hauled all my trash to the local Trash Place (I don't know what it's properly called).
Put gas in my car (that's petrol, for those of you in Yorkshire)
Went to the bank (I didn't rob it - I withdrew cash)
Paid some bills (I no longer pay online - it's a long story....)
Went to Walmart, the supermarket (and other places)
Stopped briefly to see my cousin Nancy
(it's no exaggeration when I say the woman is a saint - she has a heart of gold)
When I FINALLY got back home (without getting stuck in the mud this time) I breathed a Big Sigh of relief. I got enough groceries to last for weeks. I wouldn't have to venture to town again until February!!!!
Then -
I suddenly remembered that I forgot to buy milk.
Shit. I'll probably be forced to go again next week. But that's okay. I not only need milk, I have to buy a new cell phone.
Yesterday afternoon I wandered outside into the raw dampness and miserable mud to take some photos of the back yard forest.
I'm savoring this temporary respite of mild weather.
It's supposed to get frigid (again) by Saturday night
(that's tonight!).
A view near the back porch - a few valiant evergreens in the distance.
At 3:45 in the afternoon the sun is drifting very low in the western sky and it's already beginning to get dark in the shadowy forest.
This is a bland, mundane time of year - nothing much of interest to see. Yet, the forest is (always) intriguing and atmospheric.
