Couldn’t be worse, Cooter’s a great guy, on screen and off!

While Kota and I were on our afternoon hike, I spotted some pine trees that Brandon had trimmed, and which were now leaking sap. I hope they’ll be OK, will have to Google that.

Update: leaking sap is nature’s way of protecting the wounds from boring insects, so all’s good.

I came home to this package stuffed firmly into my mailbox with a very contrite note on top from my mail lady apologizing for ramming it in so tight and saying she’d try to get it back out later this evening and then she’d drop it off at my house. I had to leave her a note in return thanking her for ending my work day with a laugh and wondering who had the toughest time, her shoving the box in or me tugging it back out again.

An arty view of the electrician’s house in town, his home is understandably always the first to display holiday lights.

A beautiful day for a hike. Another trek along the Appalachian Trail, this time from Front Royal. 

I met two English friends I hadn’t seen for years and after an afternoon at a winery we ended up at The Hunter’s Head, loosely styled as a British pub. It was fun catching up, especially with no one checking phones for the whole time. Just like the old days!

Little Rosie Lee is all tuckered out after doing nothing all day. I wish I could sleep like a cat.