things to be grateful for:
1. My body, which is capable of hiking, much more than I knew.
2. The places I've discovered in the woods: rock outcroppings, an amazing tree that is twisted and broken down to almost nothing, but still sprouting new leaves. A practical, public, path to the river...
3. Our friends, cheering us on. A local new friend, wandering the trails with us, with her friendly dog.
4. Multiple pairs of practical shoes. Especially with my injured foot, this has been a game of: tend feet, put on dry socks, but on driest shoes, hike, take off damp shoes and socks, dry feet, tend feet, rest, repeat.
5. My husband, who is really quite good in a crisis. We're actually a damn find team, I was thinking, as he was systematically searching five acres of woods (She's on a leash -- it may be snagged), and I was circling a 50 acre area, canvassing and watching for tracks.
Also there's a lot of beauty and cuteness out here. Raccoon tracks are cute. And some of my neighbors' homes are so very, very cozy. I want to make this home cozy. I think the way to do it is to gradually make it a thousand little bits of cozy, all flowing together. That takes time. I'm intermittently just blindingly sad about the lost dog, but it's a nice distraction to think of cozy things to do with the space.