"Each moment of the year has it's own beauty....a picture which was never before and shall never be seen again."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
As I look out my windows each morning, I see a different scene everyday. The quietness and solitude brings me peace within. The clouds are floating above from the north, their ever-changing misty shapes will never be the same again. The trees are standing with their branches reaching to the sky, and the breeze through the needles is a dance from nature. Aspens by the house have tiny buds...sleeping til the warm air comes back again in the spring. I can see rabbit tracks in the snow, but they must come out at night, since I've never seen one during daylight.
As I keep my house warm tending the wood stove everyday, I realize how blessed we are in this century to have instant heat and lights. 140+ years ago this valley was a mecca of gold miners and their quest for fortunes. I can't imaging living here in the winter back then.
I checked out the book "Silverheels" from the library here, and started reading it this week. It's a story about a woman who came here from St Louis in 1862 alone. She helped save a mining town from a smallpox epidemic. Her dancing at a fundraiser earns her the nickname "Silverheels". A mountain near here was named Silverheels after her. This book was written by my landlord Tara Meixsell. It is a story that should never be forgotten.
Life is a gift