
It's difficult for me to resist the clear, crisp beauty of winter, and despite the possibility of sounding like a broken record I say I love it. It also sounds a wee bit overly dramatic when I say it's the landscape of my heart, but it is true. While I love hiking the mountains of Hokkaido and the foothills of Tokyo with their tea fields and citrus orchards, these trees and hills, grasses and blooms are in my soul. There's no other way to say it, and when I'm home and walking among them I'm happiest. And when it's warm enough to pull out the camera I do so. Here are a few more pictures of a few favorites spotted on one of my long walks.




Me on one of my walks! There's none of my usual fuzzy-headedness as everything is bundled under hats and scarves.
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Yes, they do - had it once as a child. And now you inspired me to find the recipe again. Going to try it? (I probably will if I can find some sumac...)
Nanc, keep me posted! I've never had it, but would love to someday. Depending on where you are, sumac should be just about everywhere. I don't know if there's a better time of year than others to harvest it, though.