The white feathers of a magpie flash across my view and join the magpie convention in a nearby tree. Winter has arrived and the days are short and cold. There has been little snow accumulation in the mountains or valleys. Utah is in dire need of snow. It's not that I love snow, but it is disconcerting there has been so little. No snow, no water in summer.
Tuesday night, as I drove home from SnB, the full moon sat above the mountains. It highlighted the beauty of their peaks, cast long shadows and lifted my spirit. The next morning, as I drove to an early appointment, the moon was still high in the sky. Its light so bright the sky looked like a sunset.
The landscape is my solace as knitting hasn't fully drawn me in and may even be causing a bit of malaise. I also feel a little blasé about blogging, but I know it will pass. The doctors explained early on that the post-surgery roller coaster could be a rough ride. It has certainly been up and down emotionally. Posting may be sporadic until my voice fully returns. I'm taking it easy, learning to go with my body's flow, and working on building strength. Please don't worry.








