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's home.
It's home.
It snowed during our first week here!
The boys are so funny.They ran downstairs, barefoot! And came back up, screaming!
Frosty toes.
I think that they ate more snow than they played with.
The sunshine, melting away the powder.A halcyon sky.
Grass Valley, a little jewel of a town.
Do you live in Grass Valley now!? I am so jealous.
ReplyDeleteHi Maureen. Yes. We planned for Portland, Or and ended up in Grass Valley. It's just perfect!
ReplyDeleteWow. I'm so glad you guys have found your niche. and I'm so glad your niche isn't 500 miles away!!
ReplyDeletethe snow looks incredible.
It is indeed beautiful, and your children are precious...the little footprints in the snow...what a great picture!
ReplyDeletei've actually never read neil gaiman. i ought to though!
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