From the Low Country to the High Country

We live in the Low Country -- and this weekend we flew to the High Country, over the green and brown landscape dotted with farms and developments and fields, some cultivated, some not.

(I loved looking at all the various shades of color, from the bright green of the crops to the greyish green of the grasses and tawny green of the marshgrasses to the red clay of the land and the deep brown of the dirt. In fact, I took some pictures from the plane to aid me in my color selection for the house.)

There is nothing like getting away from your home, with its routines, its intimate insularity and regularity to give you a fresh perspective on things. Particularly those things which are complicated and distressing and perplexing.

And, fresh it was. The crisp mountain air, the bright colors of the trees and the mist, all contributed to a vernal freshness that was refreshing and inspiring.