The Trails We Walk...

It has been 806 days since I missed walking over Hill Top's trails.  One would think it would be a boring thing to always walk, day after day, those same paths, but I don't find that to be so at all.  There really are no two days the same,  for everything is always changing.  Noticing things above, below, and all around has become a habit that I, at first, had to remind myself to do.

Why, there's the small Serviceberry, or Sarvis tree  that grows among the pines near the top of the hillside that one might not, at first, notice.  I know that I didn't, but now it is like an old friend that I take note of every day.  It is a well photographed little tree, whether covered in rounded clouds of white blossoms in the spring, or reddish to bluish berries in summer which the birds love so much.  But, yesterday on fall's first day, this little tree was all dressed up in rusty leaves, seemingly to celebrate the changing of the seasons.

First Day of Fall 2019

Early spring 2019

Bur Oak First Day of Fall 2019

Blackjack Oak where the trail reenters the woods, Fall 2019

It's the time of year for cleaning and organizing which I do in Johnny Cash fashion, "One Piece at a Time."  This week I am concentrating on the sewing room, where much was done a few weeks ago when we brought in the old pie safe that I wrote about in an earlier post. But, now it is time to go through everything in the closet, deciding what to keep and what to throw (or give) away. The very first day, I found out just hard this job may turn out to be.

There, on a shelf sat this doll; one I had set aside when I was needing to finish up dolls for the Granddaughters'  Christmas presents.  The thing of it is... I am just not that thrilled with this doll.  I almost tossed her into the trash, but then stopped, thinking I heard a soft little whimper.  Okay....

Her hands and arms were too small, so I made new ones better proportioned for her.  They will be painted when I get around to repainting her head.  Her head is made of clay covered with cloth, so if I add more clay, giving her plump little cheeks, a fuller mouth, and a bit of a turned up little nose, I will have to add another layer of cloth.  Can I do that?  Will I be able to tuck the cloth around the edges of her hair which is made of stiffened and painted cotton thread?  Well, I guess we will see.  If not, there's always that ole' trash can.

It's a rainy day here - a real drought buster!  So, it's a perfect day to hang out in the sewing room and work on the little unhappy doll.  A little later, if the rain continues,  I may be carrying an umbrella and wearing my rubber boots when Millie and I strike out over the hill.  It will definitely be a different trail today!  Then, tonight, we are looking forward to watching Episode Seven of  "Country Music."  Last night's program was just awesome!  Neither of us dropped off to sleep in our chairs, for sure!

"Anything worth thinking about is worth singing about."  ~Bob Dylan