Saturday, June 16, 2007
It is so nice to be home. Instead of waking up in the morning to the sound of the L.A. Freeway, I'll hear the birds in the forest. This evening I sat on our stone patio and looked up at the towering oaks. They aren't redwoods, but they stand tall over our modest home in Arkansas. Tomorrow I unpack, run errands, return calls and emails and get a furniture project finished and ready for delivery.