Conifers at twilight

It's a pretty evening here in southwest Oregon... the sky is palest blue with a hint of blush, and the mountains are rippled in layers of gray. We've got the Indigo Girls' dusky deep-voiced serenades going on the tape player, and our bellies are happily sated on healthy Thai food from our recent stop in Ashland. ("Do you think they deliver?" quipped uncledark, who wants to go back there again.)

I am accompanying him and purplerabbit and fairieboy to visit some dear friends of theirs in Oregon and Washington. purplerabbit says that the places that we are going to are beautiful and spiritful. I am looking forward to this.

As the emphasis on this trip is to meet some of their chosen family, I won't get to see all of my own dear northwest friends on this trip, so please forgive me if I am passing through without stopping in to say hello. It would take a full week to even begin to touch base with everyone who I'd like to see up here. But I've begun a habit of taking the first week in January up in Portland each year, so hopefully I will get to make a more thorough visit then.

Back to drowsing pleasantly over a Rita Mae Brown mystery...