We are Here. It’s been too long. This place is in my blood and bonded with my soul.
Fell asleep last night under two comforters listening to the loons and the coyotes.
Woke up this morning with the sun high in the sky (8:30). It’s 57 degrees. My husband has Gordon Lightfoot on the CD player. The smell of bacon and coffee waft in. Does it get better than this? Well, does it? Thank you, God.