Kickin' back, musing, observing, and gathering inspiration from the hills of East Tennessee.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Two days ago we hiked back to the waterfall that I wrote about in my December 11 entry, to see the effects of our abundance of rain. It was gushing like crazy, and the little streams around it that are usually just a trickle, were high and difficult to navigate. To get back to the waterfall we had to cross a raggedy bridge that I'm sure one of these days will fall into the creek. A neighbor's dog, Inky Bear, came with us. Sadly, poor Inky Bear gets left alone a lot - for days, weeks, and months at a time - and he loves to be with people. He had a blast swimming in the pond that we passed along the way, splashing in the little pool below the falls, and then running out to shake himself near us, jumping around gaily at our shouts of protest! He just ate up the attention!
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!