First Day at the Ranch

It really couldn't be more beautiful here at Hanging Valley Ranch, truly my favorite place in the world. I haven't felt this relaxed in months, nor have I had the chance to read for pleasure in as long. But I just picked up Tom Stoppard's Arcadia (at the recent recommendation of the lovely Erin Myers--and which for some strange reason I've never read), and as the wind whistles through the aspen trees I feel a sense of peace that has eluded me for some time. Watching our elated Willie run around the lush, green ranch with Rose (Aaron's parents' golden), I have a feeling that she is feeling something akin to the excitement and joy that I'm experiencing. But of course you'll have to read her posts to know for sure:)

Many thanks to our Chicago family and friends for the heartfelt send off, to our Signal family for excusing us from Aftermath strike, and to Ella, Norah, Lavay, & Leslie for keeping me awake with their illustrious voices on the long drive across the Midwest.