It likes me well- December's breath
although its kiss be cold,
Nor yet the year is sealed in death,
Tis only growing old.
Adeline Treadwell[Parsons] Lunt
Always put this pic up in December...a way of honoring my old girl.
She loved walking on wooded trails in December just as much as I did.
It is almost a magical and healing experience to be outdoors this time of the year. It doesn't matter what is going on as far as circumstances and people...getting out there...makes it all just slip away. And Life makes sense once again.
All is well.
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