The natural result of a solidly sunny weekend was: a long drive, NPR, gas station ambiance, and wet pants-cuffs. We headed to Oakley Forest, famous for the downpour we endured last May. Thankfully, the weather this time was a little more cooperative.
It was quiet enough to hear the nuthatches yanking away in the treetops, peaceful enough to admire the intricacies of a pinecone.
And that sun. March sun is something I could never get tired of. Friday's post, the one where I was looking through our kitchen door and marvelling at the sun? I'm pleased to report there is much, much less snow in that view than there was!
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2 comments:
Beautiful, atomspheric pictures, and what sounds like a lovely day!
The pinecone looks like a rose! LOVE IT!
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