It may look like I captured a foggy morning on my neighborhood trail, but it’s actually a sediment floating in the water.
This is usually the time of year that I realize how unappreciative I am of summer, and pine for its return. Until it arrives of course, and I’m ungratefully longing for cooler temps and sweaters. Until then, I’m looking back at some of my past summer adventures to get some warm weather vibes. Travel this summer may be limited again this year, but I’m hoping to discover some new local hiking spots and make it back to the North Carolina Zoo. Pictured above is Waikiki Beach, which I was lucky to visit while on a college study tour in Hawaii. Hiking trail in Linville, North Carolina Brooklyn Botanical Garden- New York City, New York Fort Myers, Florida Plymouth, Massachusetts Nassau, Bahamas Myrtle Beach, South Carolina Cruise en route to Cozumel, Mexico North Carolina Zoo Mural in Charlotte, NC’s NoDa neighborhood
I’m definitely looking forward to the weather slowly getting warmer and allowing new growth to spring up.
This photograph taken by Merilee over at The Gravel Ghost definitely captures my mood, waiting for spring in the winter gray. Three Birds
Now that I’m working from home, I try to make a point of taking a walk at the end of each day. This has turned me into an amateur bird watcher of sorts, check out what I’ve spotted so far.
Cedar planks for sale at a local antique mall. Every time I walk by them the scent makes me swoon.
That groundhog might have seen his shadow, but I’m still looking for hints of green on my daily walks. Watching for changes does keep me from feeling like I’m living the same day on repeat!
I’ve gotten a new position at work, and am now working remotely. It’s a big change for me, although I’m pretty late to the work from home party. Any advice from those of you who have been at this for close to a year now. My current coping mechanisms for barely leaving the house are lots of walks and buying flowers for my new home office at the grocery store.
The vultures that spent last winter hanging around my neighborhood are back. They seemed to have retained there ability to come and go with an eerie silence, no rustling of wings or cries to be heard.
Wax figure of James Dean at the Pigeon Ford Hollywood Wax Museum. It was a little strange to see his likeness in color.