FINALLY!! It is here, it is white, and it is cold. But oh how beautiful. For me there is nothing like a winter landscape, or the feeling I get coming into 
a fireplace warmed room after being outside. Then there is the steaming cup of tea sweetened with honey harvested locally during the summer past. Its taste hints of summer clover and sunshine. But I am happy for now, looking out the window, my mug in hand, listening to our local owl hooting as the sun sets, sparkling on the snow-blanketed meadow out back.
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An author, a teacher, a candlestick maker? I am lucky enough to have followed my muse through a most eclectic life of many careers, many interests, and many friends and liasions. Two beautiful children, now grown and one their own, several books -- the penultimate accomplishment dream come true, a hores trainer, a college professor, and a stint in corporate America to validate my feelings that I never, ever want to go there again. So I donned my ruby slippers and dared to take those different paths, those diverging paths, and that has made all the difference! (Thank you, Robert!)
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a fireplace warmed room after being outside. Then there is the steaming cup of tea sweetened with honey harvested locally during the summer past. Its taste hints of summer clover and sunshine. But I am happy for now, looking out the window, my mug in hand, listening to our local owl hooting as the sun sets, sparkling on the snow-blanketed meadow out back.
