Into the New Year
If you asked me my favorite holiday, I would say New Year’s Eve. Not that I stay
up late to watch the clock, but there is a collective sense of optimism. There
optimism
Waiting For Wildflowers
Aside from the abundant wax current blooms, which count as flowers, of course, but as tiny and pale pink as they are, do not satisfy the flower itch, the first wildflower that I spotted this year was a scrappy little white thing alone in the dirt.
Are you an optimist?
If you find the last dispersed camping spot in the canyon are you bothered by the dust, noise, and lack of privacy? Or are you grateful that the canyon is beautiful and the camping free?