The New Year Begins

Hike Ku for Winnekinni Woods

Tufted snow on pines
Woodlands mimic Asian art
Zen New England scene

And the year is here, ripe with promise, just like these berries. Steve and I slept off last nights late hours and red wine, and after NOT ENOUGH SLEEP, got up, got dressed and went hiking. Wouldn't you? It was beautiful, these berries are one of the small wonders that awaited on the trail. We are still making our way through the 60/60 book - jobs and winter weather have slowed down our hiking considerably, but with the promise of snow ahead for the weekend, work to do, and a bedroom to paint, we carpe diemed and took advantage of this mild first day. 34 degrees or so. Downright balmy, but I digress. With the exception of about a mile of shoreline which was ice, ice and more ice (Steve went down a couple of times, I did not - yay me) it was pretty easy going, although a thigh burner workout up and down Winnekinni Hill. After three hours of that we came home and ate. I do NOT understand why I continue to gain weight. Sigh. The rest of the day has passed pleasantly enough with the sort of puttering that makes this day so mellow. No where to go, nothing to do, so we hunkered down and cherished it. That's what days like these are for. To entering the New Year with a gentle day - huzzah!