Ten Months

The ride to work

Heading down the hill.

There's usually some form of a dog here. Chasing cars. Sleeping in the road. Eating...something.

Christmas tree farms. Two of hundreds in this area. We have an abundance of bumper stickers that proclaim, "Frazier Firs Make Scents."

And they do.

The car/truck I inevitably get stuck behind. Not that I'm driving fast or anything...

We are a two stoplight town.

One:

Two:

Gratuitous baby pic:

Grandfather Mountain. Every morning, when I see this, I am thankful for being able to live here.

Jackson's birthplace:

And the view from the parking lot.

A cause I can support

Because I've been there. Done that. Loved it. And feel strongly about it.

The Boob Squad.

Facebook sucks. Big time.