I truly am a four season fan. Just when I tire of heat, it grows cooler. When I think I’ve had enough of the cold, the warm air returns. I truly do try to embrace whatever mother nature serves up each day, and I often walk out the door without having a clue as to what the temperature is.
So why the remembrance of a hot August day at the beginning of a mild winter? I came across these pictures when looking for a particular photo that I took over the summer. The lush, green hues against the old crumbling bridge took me back to a fun day on Big Walker Creek in Giles County, Virginia. What a contrast to the colors of early December.