Dec. 18th in South Carolina. It’s been raining all day long. We are expected to get an inch of rain. The water has been moving across the pond in ripplets, fastly moving most of the day. The machine– whatever it is– Al says it’s not a pump — at the edge of the pond lets a little of the water out, and it trickles down underneath the road and remains “Bear Creek”. But the water is dammed up to create our pond in back of the house.
It is chilly here today, with highs only in the 40s. This is “cold weather”. Of course, people here have no idea what cold weather really is. They cannot imagine wearing gloves, yet feeling like you have no gloves on because they’re the little, cheap $1.00 pair you get at every discount store, and you feel your fingers going numb underneath them. No, it’s not cold here.
Just now I went to close the blinds, since it is growing dark, and saw a gorgeous, huge crane rise up from the grass and glide out over the pond. It must’ve had a wing span of 5 feet. A wonderful sight. (Memories of geese landing on our frozen pond in Indianapolis, and watching them slowly take steps on the solid ice!) It is quite different here, and I am quite content to be here. Not looking forward to the drive north next week.
Doctor Grandma 
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