On every Sunday, I’m sharing with you a little bit more about me and what surrounds me.
Stepping out side after a fresh snow fall, is very peaceful.
I am thankful every single day of the views I get to see, and the peacefulness I feel.
I hear the train pass through in the far off distance. The sound bouncing off the mountain side.
A single bald eagle perched up far above on the tallest tree branch overlooking his range. Note: He is that black spot in the center of the picture above. I also hear the chirps from nearby birds.
The river flowing very slowly, as a flush of ducks go upstream.
Watching deer and their young, bed down under tall pines for cover of the storm. Waiting for the clear to go find food.
Passing by the long ditch of cattails withholding the stand of the heavy snow.
Looking through a deserted pick up and finding another door that leads to more.
Near the winding river banks, another flush of ducks stay warm in the steamy hot springs.
As the snow storm passes on, the clouds begin to lift. Showing the fresh blanket of snow on the mountain tops and valley floor.
This is what it’s like to live where I do.
No sound of busy traffic.
No commercial airplanes buzzing by.
Just the sights and sound of nature.
Sunday happens to be my favorite day of the week. It’s a day where my family has no itineraries. There’s no waking up early for school. We get to make brunch as late as we want. And, get together with family and friends.
What is your favorite day of the week and why?