Happy 19th birthday to this kiddo!

Lovely night for a backyard fire

I realized this morning I’m still 47. I’ve been thinking I’m 48 for…I don’t know…months now?

Spring Mill (and Rachel!) in the snow.

The view out our front door

The winter storm seems to have moved out at this point. This is one of those times I’m thankful to live in town rather than the country. Apparently the country roads are impassable. We’ve been under the highest level of travel warning for a day or so now.

Some pictures from the neighborhood today. Rachel and I have been listening to the Telepathy Tapes for most of the day. While we’ve been listening, I’ve been playing solitaire. Haven’t done that in years, especially with real cards.

First Day Hike at Spring Mill state park.

I’ve gotten away from hiking over the past year—and I felt it today. It does me a lot of good in a lot of ways when I’m regularly in the woods. I’m going to get back to that.

One last fun bit about solstice: all the ash from the fires yesterday will be sprinkled onto the garden in the spring.