Last weekend I drove 4 hours ‘up north’ to visit friends and see some really beautiful snow near my favorite lake. Every time I go to Northport I feel the tug of life in the north, the extraordinary beauty there, the sense of community. I am always sad to leave.
This weekend a bit of the northern beauty, the snow, came to me.
Today as I wake to blue skies and snow clad trees I have to say there is some extraordinary beauty right here. I know. I say that all the time. But it’s true. No matter where you are there’s something beautiful to be found.
Not to say that I don’t still feel that pull of Northport. Cause I do.
But home is pretty nice too.