I’m wondering when the next ride on The Dragon will come for me.
Thoughts float through my mind - in multiples - carried by such strong anticipation - about the gorgeous Kwanzan Cherry Tree we’re planting in our front yard - to honor our dear departed friend now residing with God - Monica Narr.
All of my being catches that sense of wonder in the air shared by folks from everywhere - as we all stop to visit Becky Cable’s house - further back in Cade’s Cove - in the Great Smoky Mountains.
That mental supply list comes to the surface - buying a couple more 5lb. Sacks of stone-ground corn meal from the Visitor’s Center - at the Cable Mill - in Cades Cove - in the Great Smoky Mountains. Only the best will do for my prepared okra for freezing - as well as for dredging the fish I hope we get to catch this season.
Thoughts of hot summer days spent at Bald River Falls - they tease me to no end.
For now - reality wins with the cold and brittle chill in our face.
But there is one last ace in the hole for surviving. And that would be - laughing - at something like - this!