You know you're living in paradise when you go
on vacation but leave early to go straight home....
Mark and I spent the last day and a half sharing a cabin with some
friends on a mountaintop a few hours away. We relaxed in front of
a warm fire while fog encircled us and wind roared across the
roof. Brilliant yellow and orange leaves spun outside the windows
as we shared a homemade feast derived from each of our farms.
And then Mark and I, by mutual consent, scurried home early. Lucy
bounded out to meet us with her whole hindquarters flapping from side
to side, the rooster crowed a welcome, the chicken coops yielded up six
eggs, and Huckleberry jumped into my lap and hasn't moved far since.
It's good to be home!