hope

A little blossom springs up among the burnt out mountainside of Ormsby Trail. See it shining there against the rock? A wellspring of hope.


The resident llama at the top of Ormsby whispers to me: not long now. First Winter, and then Spring. Then all will calm down and stress will subside. All things are possible. This from a wise soul who somehow survived the fire and still holds the king's position among the ruins. Calm abiding at it's best.


Nice Dad and I partied hardy at the annual Loma Gala last weekend. And we scored a trip to Mazatlan! (Vacation dates TBA.) Behind us glows the terrific painting of Crayons donated by a local artist to our school. Oooooh, I wanted it so bad. Final bid: $20,000 (unfortunately not by us). However it was a wonder to see, made even better by an after party at their beautiful home (straw bale and gorgeous).

We are rich. Stay tuned for Mexico...