Little Taal

I'm like the little volcano back home. Only a little bit of the top visible, the rest under water. Very deceptive looking. Beautiful view all around. Nice blue placid lake. Surrounded by bright green trees. Calm. Peaceful. Serene. Then without warning, she blows. Never giving anybody warning. No chance to prepare. Red, hot, spewing lava suddenly running over, destroying everything in its way. And just like that volcano, I appear normal, then without warning I suddenly erupt.

First White

Winter is knocking. Showed us her apron just this morning. It was beautiful. You could stand out there and catch a big wet flake with your tongue. It's rarely the case. I'm feeling good.