The pretty

For the past two years - when we described our retirement place to increasingly incredulous friends who wondered why we would do such a thing - at some point we would just shrug our shoulders and say "we bought the pretty". Because we did, we bought the flowers and the blue sky and the embroidered tablecloths and the hammock. But, every day, I look around and admire the pretty. Even in the depths of winter. Here is fog this morning just starting to burn off down the driveway.

But still misty over the back, towards the creek.

Here is the other end of the day, as the shadows get long and it starts to get cold.

But still sunny over to the west, until the sun finally hits the hills.

Or the west this afternoon, as a big storm rolled across. We were enjoying the sunshine and thinking about doing a couple of hours chipping when we heard thunder and saw the black sky. About half an hour later it bucketed through with lightning so close we checked out the windows for burning trees. And there was hail! Just little peas luckily.

Our visitors have left to do some skiing - it was so lovely to have them stay and show them our corner of the world.