Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Easing

This was the scene from the high, large window in my foyer that I was fortunate to glimpse as I passed through one morning. I wanted to squeeze its beauty and get out every last drop of blue sky and golden leaves. I settled for my camera and its macro lens.

The week at the lake with my husband was, if you will excuse a tone of vernacularism, "Just what the doctor ordered". I even found myself wishing I was heading there once again when Friday rolled around last week!

We made a quick stop by* Gander Mountain* on the way and purchased some new hiking shoes. These are some of the most comfortable shoes I have ever put on my feet. We so enjoyed hiking on the trails of Chimney Rock.

Obviously, I have taken a respite of sorts from the world of blogging, or computers too so it seems, for the most part. Honestly, the days seemed to jump on a fast moving wheeled object and take off without looking back. But I would find myself thinking about those whose blogs I enjoy reading.
Easing back is the key.

5 comments:

The dB family said...

Welcome back! I'm glad you had a great time away! I know what you mean about squeezing out every last drop. (Beautiful photo)! Our maples still have a few leaves clinging tenaciously to their branches, and my eyes continually stray towards them, soaking in the last drops of colour.

My blogging seems to be a little lax these days too...

Blessings!

Hill upon Hill said...

Good medicine indeed.

Re crockpot lasagne: I do not brown the mince and I do not boil the pasta. Gourmet it is not, tasty and filling it is.

Rhonda said...

It sounds like you had a wonderful, relaxing time.
I know what you mean about "easing" back into blogging. I occassionally take a break-it is very refreshing.

crochet lady said...

Glad you had a nice time. You were missed.

jan said...

I'm glad you're back as well. Your blog is such a restful, peaceful place to "visit".
A week away with your husband...how wonderful! We enjoy hiking too.

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