Writing notes on our holiday letter, I
was struck by how many people I have visited over the years and have
had the pleasure of seeing their homes. It truly warms my heart to
remember friends in their homes and know that they still are there.
An anchor in my memory of the warmth of home and hearth. It struck me
that it is not reciprocal. Now, few have seen our home. (It is too
small for long visits). And our outdoor living environment changes
from month to month. A strange anchor-less feeling. Enjoy the
warmth of family, friends and home as we enjoy the warmth of our
nomadic life.
Rich
Photo was taken at Waldo Lake a few years ago. What can I say. Computer refused to import photos from my camera. Cheryl
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