Home. Nestled.

This is the view which greets me as I walk past the Mill at the bottom of the hill and head up towards home at the end of our daily local walk.

Chez Mima is nestled in the trees just the right of the power lines. In the foreground is the bridge over the creek to which I regularly refer.

What a lovely day it is turning out to be. 

The new medication seems to be working slightly miraculously and I'm in barely any pain at all. This is the time to take extra care to avoid doing anything else stupid! 

All reasons for joy.