Seriously! Two days in a row now I have received email messages from WordPress that my blog statistics are spiking. I discovered that Spin Magazine, an online music magazine, had linked to one of my blog posts. Wondering what in the world they found of interest in my blog, I was led to an article about country singer Loretta Lynn smoking weed for the first time at the age of 84.
The article (which can be read in full here) includes this quote:
Spread over 18 counties in north Georgia, the Chattahoochee National Forest includes 10 wilderness areas, over 2,200 miles of rivers and streams, over 450 miles of hiking and recreation trails, and 1600 miles of “roads”. Within its boundaries can be found the beginning of the 2,174-mile-long Appalachian Trail, Georgia’s highest mountain known as Brasstown Bald, and Anna Ruby Falls which actually is two falls (from York Creek and Curtis Creek) that converge to form Smith Creek.
See more forest photos or join the Where’s My Backpack? challenge here.
Someone who lives near us has free-range chickens. I’ve often seen them in front of a neighbor’s house, although I’m certain they don’t belong to that particular neighbor. They also gather frequently under a tree in a nearby field.
Today, while walking down our road to get the daily newspaper I heard quite a commotion in the woods, and there were the chickens. I had only my phone with me but was able to get a few shots…
We’re in a severe drought here in Northeast Georgia and also have had unseasonably warm weather. Maybe those are the reasons we still have brilliant autumn color in mid-November. Many trees have not yet lost their leaves, so leaf clean-up may continue into December.
by Elsie N. Brady
How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow.
Notre Dame, our Mother Tender, strong and true Proudly in the heavens, Gleams thy gold and blue. Glory’s mantle cloaks thee Golden is thy fame, And our hearts forever, Praise thee, Notre Dame. And our hearts forever, Love thee, Notre Dame.
We Christians like to talk about Hell a lot, so let’s talk about Hell a little. Yesterday, in the very first few daylight hours after Donald Trump’s election victory it began: Near San Francisco, a home in Noe Valley flew a nazi flag where kids walk by to get to school. A white middle school……