Snow falls as I write this holiday note. Here in the Adobes, the hills are white, mottled with brown sage that has shaken itself free of its icy burden. Our skis stand at the back gate ready for another foray into the hidden bowl behind our house. The dogs wait in anticipation of the next gleeful glide down the hills to the river and the breathless climb back home. We are very grateful for, sometimes even astonished at, our little private moments in paradise and the pleasure it brings us. Life is good. The dogs agree. We are blessed. Peaceful. Happy.
I wish for each of you every good thing. Hope. Peace. Joy. Health. Love.
May you receive many blessings in the new year and always...DB