Cold again today - and still windy. I walked to the top of the "Kudzu Hill," the hill with the view where my b-i-l wants to build a house. There were pockets of warm air, and in those pockets were butterflies- buckeyes, folded-wing skippers, a tiny checkerspot. There were carolina locusts everywhere! As I walked on top of the hill through a field of pale grass seedheads, grasshoppers and locusts exploded from the grass - flinging themselves away from me. In the clear-blue distance were all the mountain ranges we are ever able to see: Hogback Mountain, our closest and deepest blue, the Black mountains, including Mt. Mitchell and the whole range...around me the wind blew through the pale grass, red maple leaves danced, a huge tulip poplar cast a long cool shadow between me and the mountains.