Warm Greetings on Christmas Eve

Warm greetings are highly desirable on a cold winter day. They seem a bit redundant during a heat wave, as we have here in North Carolina. During the night there were hours of heavy rain with lightning and thunder. This morning John drove us down to see Jonathan Creek, swollen with muddy water.

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For the noon meal, John grilled apple sausages on the back porch. We might have been tempted to eat out there if the table had been clean.

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We went to church in Asheville, driving through some patches of fog. Every seat was taken for that candlelight service. As folding chairs were added, people were asked to open the window nearest them.

 

 

Back at home, we lit candles and had the fireplace going while we celebrated with eggnog and Lebkuchen. We didn’t leave the home fires burning for long!

 

From the South, warm greetings to all of you.

 

Merry Christmas!

 

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David, Anne, and John on Christmas Eve

Creeks Rise and Hawks Hunt in our Backyard

South Carolina was swamped by days of rain, but all we have to show for it are swollen creeks. John was amused that I looked down at a small drainage ditch when we heard rushing water. What we were hearing was the sound of the first little stream that goes under the road. We were several yards from it when it announced it had recovered from its summer low. Jonathan Creek was running clear, having dropped the silt and covered all the boulders with rushing water. It was nowhere near overflowing its banks. I think the lowest tones were several steps above what they were a week ago. The water had little to make music with, as the boulders were muffled.

Jonathon Creek running full
Jonathon Creek running full

Rabbits and squirrels, take cover! I happened to look up when I sensed movement by the fence that separates our yard from the neighbor’s cow pasture. A rabbit ran for his life as a hawk swooped toward it. The hawk reached out twice, but his wings were beating against the barbed-wire fence. Later I saw a hawk chase a squirrel in the same spot. Evidently, the little creatures knew there was some protection from the fence. I feel sure neither would have had a chance in the open.