As we enter a new year, I was scratching my head, trying to think of something to write about.
I went back through my files and old photos, trying to get inspired. Inspiration has left the building.
I could write abut the passage of time, and all these wonderful years since The Chimney Rock Chronicle came into being.
I’ve written about life in the country, a learning experience for this country girl wanna-be who got to be!
The Chronicle has allowed me to meet so many wonderful people that I might never have crossed paths with. Their stories, their insights, and their histories they were willing to share.
I’ve learned to enjoy being stuck behind a tractor on any country road – it sure beats traffic on most major thoroughfares. It gives me time to enjoy the scenery and know that life doesn’t always have to be in a hurry.
The seasons still change, the years pass by, people come and go. It amazes me that we have made it to 2026! For some of us, the 60’s and 70’s may remain clear in our minds, but it was half a century and more ago! Mind boggling………
Anyway, since I am still at a loss what to write about, here is a little poem I wrote a few years ago.
All is well at Mountain Meadows in January 2026- thank you, readers, for sticking with us! We appreciate you all!
Thoughts……
My mom left me her arthritic hands
Her artistic talent too.
But with these aging fingers
Which art can I pursue?
I’ve tried them all
And still teach some
As long as my hands allow.
But, the art of words is mine alone
When the other art is gone.
