This was the majestic tree that stood sentinel over the path we choose into the woods on Sunday. It was at least twenty feet tall and had a grand spiritual presence.
The path was muddy under the snow for it had not yet been below freezing for very long. We followed the trail to High Bridge where I paused to look down at Tryon Creek, surrounded by snow covered branches.
The water below looked so cold.
The air was frightfully chilly and I was wearing so many layers of clothes that I could hardly shuffle along the path.
Across high bridge Dennis took this beautiful photo, and then I was ready to come home:
At home I fixed us some hot chocolate and then I worked on this new scarf design:
All in all, it was a very good day!