I always say that there is no place on earth where the sky is bluer than here on Music Mountain. It is a wonderful thing to live in a place with clean air, pure water, blue sky and wonderful neighbors!
My morning walk began after the crossover from rain to snow. I am always amazed by the sound of snow. There was no traffic and little wind this morning and the snow emitted a slight hiss as it slipped through the trees. Also audible were big drops of rain that accumulated in the snow on the branches until they could bear it no longer and fell to the ground with a plop. Later in winter when the temperature drops to 14 degrees Fahrenheit, snow squeaks when stepped on but this morning, it was a squishy sound as my boots padded along the gravel road.
Living on Music Mountain is about appreciating the little things in life--like the bleak day in January that the Amaryllis finally blooms. I nestled it down in its convenient pot in November. Once it finally took off, its growth was astounding. On sunny days, it needed rotating due to its phototropic tendencies but stands straight and tall when the sun is veiled behind clouds.
I bought this quilt top many years ago. The small pieces forming the "rings" are small pieces of feed sack fabric. I first learned about the uses for this material from my belle mere, Louise. She told me that she used to make clothes etc. from the sacks that held the grain for the cows and chickens. It was an incentive for farmers to buy their grain in something that their wives and daughters could reuse. Interested in reading more about feed sack fabric? Here is a link:
This year, instead of my usual Poinsettia, I bought a Cyclamen before Christmas and I am so glad that I did. It is among the loveliest of flowering house plants and keeps on spreading its cheer after the holidays--maybe even until midspring. I am so fond of this plant that I have given it a name--Happiness.