It’s only the middle of August here in the Western North Carolina mountains, which would normally mean that the last of summer’s heat would be lingering and all of us without central heat and air would be praying for a break in what I like to lovingly refer to as the sweat sessions. Well, not this year. It’s felt like Fall here on the mountain all weekend long. Especially yesterday. Beautiful blue skies with big ‘ol white puffy clouds drifting lazily by. No humidity to speak of, only the slightest bit of warmth from the midday sun on our faces as we split wood in preparation for Old Man Winter.
It was a glorious day here at the cabin. After splitting and stacking wood, Mountain Man and I canned some more veggies from our garden and made some more grape jelly. All in all, we had a very productive Sunday afternoon.
I just feel so blessed to be where I am in this world.