A trek up Scout, naturally.
The old gray mare just ain’t what she used to be, but slowly and surely ‘we’ (me, myself, and my Comforter) gained the top for a quiet sit to read, pray and ponder…Nothing conspicuously photo-worthy… but the lichen is bright and fresh.
And the undergrowth is conspiring to put on Christmas cheer, already!
This ‘shroom I espied on my careful-not-to-slip descent begged to be noticed ( :
The pines are healthy and vibrant, bearing abundant little ‘boy’ cones…
But home and fireside beckon far below. It may be bright but it is also cold! Time to head home.
[Our golden willow marks the spot. Do you see it?]
See then that ye walk circumspectly, not as fools, but as wise, redeeming the time, because the days are evil. Eph.5:15,16