Seasons

We took off camping this past weekend, knowing it was going to rain but still believing we could get in some hiking and geocaching between the storms. Thursday evening and Friday morning were good but by Friday afternoon the rain had started and showed no signs of letting up. We managed to get a paddling cache on an island in Lake Wylie where we were treated to the sight of nesting Great Blue Herons in several nests at the tops of the pine trees. We also got a history lesson and 5 more caches on Nanny Mountain, sight of iron mining before and during the American Revolution.

After it started raining, we played Bananagrams, which is now my favorite game thanks to the Christmas gift from my son. We visited the York County Museum where we were treated to Africa Alive, a great annual display of African American history, music, dance and crafts.

Hooking up in the rain was no fun and knowing we were headed home to promises from the weather folks of a major winter snow storm, made us want to run in the other direction but it would have been a long journey to escape this storm which covered the entire eastern seaboard from Alabama to Maine.

To get back to the title of this post, I am adding pictures of a river birch in the front yard during a summer storm last year and the snow storm of ysterday. Then there's the garden from last week when I turned the soil and planted peas and potatoes to the blanket of snow today.