Ahhhhh......

I walked down the airplane stairs yesterday afternoon and there it was, even through the smell of jet fuel: the clear, crisp, green Oregon air. It’s hard not to write an adolescent, gushy post about how gorgeous and wonderful it is to be here, so I hope this isn’t too cloying. But I am indeed jubilant.

There’s fresh snow on the mountains, the fruit trees and flowers are burgeoning, and a bald eagle flew, at eye level, past my living room window last night. On my way into town this morning through a partially sunny snow flurry (for coffee and, equally important, wifi access), I saw a huge Canada goose standing on the center roofline of an old red barn. A living weathervane, and friends the wind is fresh and fair.

I have nothing substantive on which to muse this morning. I plan to run a couple of errands, enjoy coffee with my friends, and take a long afternoon nap. On to the coast tomorrow…