Reflecting . . .

This is a picture looking down toward the main road, off which 'our' street turns. If you look almost in the middle of the picture there is a little red spot; that's the stop sign on our street. The street dead ends into this property. The roof you see in the middle left of the picture is the next neighbor to us on this street. The flat area that you see at the bottom of the picture is the third level of this property. For some reason it's in 4 levels. The cottage is actually sitting on this level. There are two more levels about the size of the one you see between this level and that house. Those trees that you see are at the edge of the first level and only the tops of them are showing in the picture. See how the grass looks kind of high on the edge of this level? That's where we stop mowing and nobody mows the area that slants down to the lower level. The property managers mow the first two levels and Karen mows this level and the one behind the house. I explain all this so that you get a concept of how much space we have. It's really nice to have this much space. Nobody is close to us, but we are right in town.

We are winding down our 'work' here, so I'm reflecting on the fun it has been. I am so grateful to have had the health and freedom to be able to do this. It's not perfect, because we miss things like our high speed and the power plate, not to mention friends and family, but it's sure been a wonderful experience.

God bless; I leave it all in His hands.