I wish I could say the words that need to be said, but alas, the Summer's swallowed them up. They were there in the thaw yet somehow were misread and prejudged. Things have cycled through as they usually do, and at times were even caught up in the mud. It's soon time to go back up the mountain, or in my case, perhaps, a little further down the coast. No matter what happens that red fired tongue shall remain the prominent fixture for the future. Lap up the love.

Here's to new life.  Here's to a new Mountain - may this new one grow large and in charge and in view of all Nature.