| French Mountain in the mist |
So. You can see my mood. The dreary weather was not much of a help. I'd decided to go to French Mountain, about a 20 minute drive away, because I felt like Jasper and I needed a change. It was raining pretty hard for the drive over, and I almost stopped at another trailhead to do a very short walk, and run away back to the comfort of our indoor spaces.
I have no idea why I kept going. . .it was really raining, and even though I'm invincible in Wellies and an umbrella, I was just not looking forward to it. This is highly unusual for me. Jasper, of course, is always ready for a walk. By the time we parked and hiked to the top of the mountain, the rain had stopped, and we could see the lake through the mist. I realize that those of you who are experiencing true spring will not be impressed with these images, but it was so heartening for me.
| You can never go wrong with treats. . . |
I pulled out the treats, and we celebrated. Then we headed down the mountain. The drive back was lovely, I came home feeling energized and like I might be able to Do Something to slow the onslaught. Then I took a chance, and opened the kiln to see what the kiln Gods, with whom I am never on the best of terms, might give me.
That's fodder for the next post. Be well. Keep trudging.
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