The moon rose last night, keeping a watchful eye, while the sunset flashed it's farewell in our back windows. This is my favorite view of my home—from behind: red brick chimney, split rail fence, tall fir towering over the corner, scattered leaves on the greenish grass, Rocky standing guard on the deck. I walked the perimeter of this yard when we moved in eleven years ago, pleading with God for permission to stay here as long as I needed. I've now lived in this one space longer than any place I've ever lived.
Permission granted.