The meadow is frosted this morning. Twinkling, sparkling mirrors wink at me as I crunch through the grasses. The sun just begins to break the ridge to the east. Glorious blue sky day following the first full moon of 2011. There are often frosts on full moons. Winter. Hard to believe when the day time temperature lets me prune fruit trees in shirt sleeves!
I walk through the ancient grape vines hanging jungle like from the tops of oak and fir. One spot has a perfect loop to sit on. The trickle of a creek is flanked by thick stands of primeval horsetail reeds. I cross the reeds on a tree fallen through the middle, ducking the grape vines on the far end. I love to wander these thickets.
Lisa
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