A Misty Day

The wicked cold snap earlier this week has given way to warmer but grayer weather. A heavy mist sits over the property today.

Some people might see that as gloomy, but it’s so peaceful here today. One of the things I love most about Stevenson Ridge is that it finds new ways to show me how beautiful it is, no matter the season, no matter the weather.

A thin wafer of ice, left over from this week’s cold spell, still covers part of the pond. The mist is evaporating it, conjuring a thin fog that now hangs over the surface and creeps up the hillside into the woods around the log home. Otherwise, all is still.

But then a long, deep rumble of thunder comes through the forest. It sounds like the ghost of artillery fire from the battlefield. It’s dark. Foreboding. Another crack comes, less ghostly, more angry. The thunder this time of year, I realize, is exhilarating.

With guests touring the property today, Chris has gone over to the Riddick House to turn on the lights. Suddenly, there’s a glimmer of hominess in the gloom. There’s a light in the storm.

But the woods look beautiful, too. I’m so glad to be here today.