AND THE SKIES ARE NOT CLOUDY ALL DAY
After growing up in the midwest I am still thrilled by the evidence of the "old" west that I see each day. It may have become old hat to those who have spent more years in California, but I delight in seeing HOME, HOME ON THE RANGE right here.
Driving home from the tennis courts, I pass grazing horses and cattle and in just a few yards away
That would be as in "...where the deer and the______play"
And here at least "seldom is heard a discouraging word." That, however does not apply to the coffee shop and bistros where there is always full and spirited conversations.
In fact those aspects of our village life remind me of French cafe society, but it is all part of the rich mix of Central Coastal California-unlike anywhere else, a real flower of a spot.
See you down the trail.