We had our trees trimmed last week, and for the first time in over a year we have a mountain view again.

For the last several days, I have spent a great deal of time standing in the kitchen or on the deck, holding my cup of tea and looking west at Moose Mountain. I had forgotten how much I love doing that.

For as long as I can remember, Moose Mountain was “the” mountain that we talked about in our family, both immediate and extended. It’s fascinating to me how many of the houses in my area have been built making sure the view is of that mountain.

When I look through my photos, it’s by far the most photographed mountain in my gallery (and I’ve got several hundred random mountain pics).

It brings me joy, it grounds me, it brings me peace, it brings me home.