A Knitter's Weekend
A Walk in the Woods
Is the world getting to you? Let’s leave it all behind and go for a walk in the Tennessee countryside.
I tend to walk early in the morning, when there’s still a breeze.
The moss is so much better than the mushrooms this year. I have not seen a single mushroom. The frog pond is low, too.
Not far from my cottage is a ruin of a stone house. There are people around who could tell me the story of this place, but I don’t really want to know.
I’d rather imagine all kinds of stories about this place.
Is this a little stage? A tomb for a leprechaun? The product of a stonemason with terrible aim?
The lichens are hanging in there. Lichens know how to hunker down.
This is on the Cumberland Plateau, elevation 1,920 feet. Not a mountain, really. But enough to make life five degrees cooler than Nashville. I’ve been taking this walk for more than ten years now, a familiar route but never the same twice.