Our life in the foothills of Calaveras County, California. The pond is at the center of everything. In case we should forget, the bullfrogs yell it out all summer long. A noisy place, but home.
Sunday, January 10, 2016
It's January and the pumpkin still sits on the porch railing. It's been joined by four gorgeously lumpy rocks that Bruce brought back from one of his rambles on Rock Creek Road. They are my birthday rocks and I'm charmed all over again that I married a man who understands what makes me happy.