We drove over Afton Mountain to Charlottesville today, to do some Christmas shopping. Oh MY, every single store was so crowded you could barely walk. Must be because of the shortages. I got almost nothing on my list, not even at Wegman's! Here is our trip.
And on the way home...we almost didn't make it back before dark.
“Hear them falling,
falling, like a whisper of the dead,
Like memory's voices calling, paving the path we tread
With crimson hues and golden, like a mosaic olden.”
~Ouina (Cora L. V. Scott Richmond)