It’s been cold on the Smith. Unusually cold. And dry. The river is low and there’s been very little fishing. These have been quiet times in the redwoods.
That’s meant time to catch up on deferred and otherwise delayed maintenance — on the car (tires, alignment, oil), the house (railing on the upper deck, new siding on the north-facing wall), some tree work (I loves my chain saw) and even moi (annual check-up anyone?) to name a few things I’ve been filling my time with.
Breaking the spell of quiet, though, was a family retreat that saw Barbara and Deanna and kids Rachel and Tim at the bnb for a couple of days. They arrived with the cold winds from the north at their back. They were festive yet serious (they were on a mission, ya’ see).
When all was said and done, they relaxed nicely into the moment. A roaring fire, good cheese, a chicken stew bubbling in the slow cooker and a few bottles of wine later and any tension was drained. When I snapped this shot, just before everyone got in their cars for the drive north, they might have been the most relaxed all weekend. Hey, whatever it takes, we’ll get you to that place where the warmth outshines the cold. 🙂