It made me so happy to see this little guy sitting on a bench in downtown Marshall and it made me think of the haiku about a one foot waterfall also being refreshing. That's a child's sock on his head. I need to do this with Josie.
I went in yesterday to sign more books at Penland's, including one for a granddaughter of "Rock' Shelton, one of the men mentioned in Crows who helped bury the victims of the Shelton Laurel Massacre. She lives elsewhere (Omaha, I think) and Georgette had a mailer ready to send her a personalized copy. And I was reminded of how near the past seems, at times.
The snow is lingering on the south slopes where the sun barely hits at this time of year.
You can see the divide in the picture above--the snow is gone from the fields and slopes to the right.
Looking forward to Solstice and longer days . . . time to bring out the Christmas lights to brighten things up.
