2. The greens of the trees backlighted with golden light at 7pm. So many variations on the theme of Spring green, undulating and shading from ridge to ridge.
3. Yellow-gold flames leaping in the fireplace. It's cold this evening, and the fire in the stone fireplace in the old log room felt good. It's calming to watch the fire as I sit in my rocker, looking out over the trees to the mountain on the other side of Bucket Run.
4. Joseph's Coat roses in a vase on the table. I planted the rose Sunday, but I knew the open blossoms would not survive the transplant. So now they grace the table with their orange-yellow blossoms.
5. Old ballads on the tape in the CD player. Golden oldies from the mountains, songs that traveled across the ocean with early settlers, to live on in seclusion in the mountains until the songcatachers discovered them. Tonight, it was Phyllis Marks singing to me.
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