Esta...I am moving. I have lived down the mt for seven years...nice cycle. I am moving back to the mt to the cabin I built just in time for spring. The narcissus will be up but daffodills soon as well. Up at the pond will later be...the violet bearded irises. Each bulb display is a place I remember my sisters and mother. A small boat sits on the pond rim and Im going to float out in may, watch the full moon come up over the Yolla Bollies, and be naked whenever I want outdoors this summer. Why did I ever leave? I was lookin for a wife. I return with my same dogs and cat but wifeless. All is good. Im letting my face hair grow and Im planting every seed I have and harvesting plum cherries and bay leaves. I have a fall sous chef job and this summer a job in a gourmet to go resturant that good friends own. To one who knows me that is a huge career change. I will be 60 in august and my body doesnt want to hold a framing hammer or wormdrive for that matter. I have many memories to make this summer...dancing under the full moon...watering early morning gardens and walking the dogs to the pond( ug my knees).
Thanks for listening. Im processing this change but I admit it is a big decision with alot of work attached to it.
