The trees are friendly, captivating at length. Earth, up here, is the color of pumpkin and peach, misty, with tiny pools of dew that hang on all day. The night's sky makes me feel like I'm wrapped in a blanket of jems. Glistening, shimmering, indigo blue. It's a sky to roam underneath. I hear that the farmers' markets are never few. And these morning turkeys, clicking and gobbling along the path, on the eastend of the house. We have adapted comfortably. The mountains, and then the foothills, and then the charming little place.
It snowed during our first week here!