Kickin' back, musing, observing, and gathering inspiration from the hills of East Tennessee.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
We get our water from a spring that is 300 feet above us on a ridge on our property. Occasionally we have to check it to make sure nothing (leaves, usually) has blocked the pipe. We did the check today. It is a steep and treacherous climb to get up to the spring. The trees along the path are marked with blue paint. Once we arrive at the cave, which has a narrow entrance that is basically inside a cliff, my husband has to lift himself up the steep rock ledge in order to access the reservoir from which the water flows down to our house. Thank goodness he has long legs! I can't get up there without help, but he does it with the use of his walking stick.
Rabbits cookin' coffee -- that's what the locals call it. But here in this little hollow in East Tennessee, when the hills surrender their misty hostage to reveal the stalwart cedars growing by the stream in our pasture, I know there is no place on earth I would rather be. The welcome mat is out! Come and sit on the porch and chat with me awhile!