Friends, meet land. Land, meet friends.

Invitations to our place for a meal always include, "Do you want to come early and see the land?" Dennis never tires of giving folks a tour. All we hear in return is superlatives. When Bruce and Helen Glick last night said "We really love it!" I thought they were referring to the caramel apple cider I had handed them when they came in the house door with cold toes. Turned out, the cider was fine, but they also had fallen in love with the land.



Maynard and Emily Lehman Miller drove his book business (Book Finder) 24-foot truck out from Ohio with half a load of our garden and shop items. The 16' beam came along. We now have things stored at the Hostetler Meyer farm, my mom's house and our storage unit, and of course, in this house. Some days I feel a bit like the Oz scarecrow spread all over after a tangle with the witch's minions. I wonder where my boots are? It's supposed to snow tonight.

"Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, from the land we have come and to the land we will return. Blessed be the land which we may care for but never own." Our cairn included rocks from Millers' home, our Orrville home and the property.

Placed under the double oak, of course.

You're welcome to come see the land and bring your own rocks to add a cairn.

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