Letting Go

Winter is letting go its hold on southwest central virginia. The crocuses bloomed last week; this week the daffodils are blooming. As I post this, the temperature is 61 outside.

Yesterday, we let go of the Firebird I bought new in May 1967. We knew we'd never get around to restoring it, and a neighbor wanted it. Here it goes down the road. . . 

. . . around the corner. . . 

. . . and down the other road. It's not going far, but it's gone.

In the pasture, Melody is letting go of her winter coat. I spent part of this afternoon pulling her loose hair out by handfuls.

Before long, the pasture was covered in bits of Melody's hair.

Jim-Bob thought the loose hair was interesting.

But after Jim-Bob pulled it apart, he let it go. Birds will find the hair and use it for nest-building.

Cupcake, however, isn't letting go of her long hair just yet. I'll clip her in a couple of weeks.

Behind Cupcake, you can see two of Appalachian Power's big power poles—one at the right edge of the photo, and one just left of center. The wires haven't yet been strung—but already I'm letting go of my hold on an unobstructed view. 

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