Thursday, December 24, 2015
Sorry, I can't stay out of the hills. Another shot of the cabin from the unbroken trails above it. It's something I look forward to with some mixed emotion, even in the midst of ideal summer temperatures. The quiet and solitude afforded by cold is something to be appreciated, even if only once-in-a-while.
There's the tree and Asher with the new Pup. His name? For now, it's Gunter, and we'll see if that sticks. Theses days, after naming nine children and eight or nine dogs in my life, I'm getting pretty confuzled and tentative in my naming process.
Happy Yule and Splendid Christmas to you. Hope be with you.
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