One of my projects for 2016 is a weather blanket. I started crocheting on New Years Day and stitch a row every day based on the temperature. Every 10 degree increment has a different shade. Anything over 60 degrees, takes me out of the blues of winter and into shades of green. On Sunday, my stitches took on the second shade of green. Under sunny skies Charlie and I decided it was time to try out our hiking legs on a relatively easy nearby mountain.

This mountain is a real favorite of ours, not only is there a beautiful view from the top but 1 mile to the summit and 560 foot elevation gain makes it easy to tackle when there isn't much time or when the hiking muscles have disappeared after a winter binge-watching British mysteries on Netflix.
When my kids were teenagers and were climbing every rock they could find, they spent lots of time
with ropes and carabiners on the cliffs. Our trail, though, follows along the gentle slope on the side of the mountain and passes Little Concord Pond which we found with ice still around the shore and with a lone loon in the center.
In the last few years, a windfarm was built on the next ridge but on this still day, not much electricity was being generated.
We lingered on the top--Charlie took pictures and I sketched. Mara mostly scared us to death by
On the way down we stopped at the pond and
Mara swam while the loon dove for fish and put on a show. It's hard not to feel gratitude for every breath and every moment at times like this.