This is a really cool scene  (plain and simple; I love the Nacoochee Valley), and I pass it often on the way to the mill where I buy freshly ground oats.

Magically, it is winter and the trout streams are filled with fair-headed anglers.

I don’t think I could ever move back to the city—not after living here. This past Sunday I grabbed a cup of coffee, the dogs, and took a long drive along Highway 197. Suddenly, I was in a wonderful, misty place.

C. S. Lewis wrote, “What draws people to be friends is that they see the same truth and they share it.” The members of my church have been such a blessing. Last night we gathered to decorate this year’s Christmon tree. Once it was lite, we sang Christmas Carols. It was a perfect way to begin the Christmas season.

We are still experiencing the wonderful colors of fall! This weekend I found a quiet mountain road to travel down just off Bendin’ Hickory. I stopped long enough to be showered with yellow leaves and actually “caught one” on the camera.

When I lived in Atlanta, I loved to go to Kennesaw Mountain on Sunday afternoon with Cocoa. There was always plenty of people there to remind me that I was in the city. But it is much different here. This photo was taken a couple of weeks ago at Camp Mikell where many of us go for a quick hiking retreat. When you are there and when you walk out into the woods, you are reminded that you are definitely not near a city. It is a world unto its own.