I saw a post recently which someone tagged "Love Where You Live." It made me stop to think. I often think of finding somewhere else to live. Somewhere colder, less urban. I think about returning to Italy.
But then, I take a walk, or work in my garden, and I am content. I love the trees that surround us. I love living in these woods. I love the birds, and the early morning possums and raccoons, and the sometimes foxes and slinky coyotes. I love the train. The one that whistles, and the one that clatters. I love that I can walk to the store or a coffee shop or a taqueria. I love this city in the woods.
Recently, I have decided that we should eat bagels on weekends. I love bagels! They are a perfect weekend brunch with lox and capers and onions.
This is Icelandic wooly wool. Very beautiful, and a long time dream I have had. But--I'll write more on that later.
Until then--here's hoping you love where you live!