My "Baby"

The only thing that's tough about living here in paradise is missing my "kids."
They're all in Northern California and are good at being independent. Which is what any parent hopes for, naturally.

So much of what we are striving to achieve here will hopefully be theirs to continue in the future. And though none of them are ready to abandon life on the mainland yet, they know that this place is here for them when they want to participate. It's our legacy, and will be theirs, too.

My youngest child sent me this photo today. It was taken in 2007, when she was still in high school. That kitten is our now-six year old cat, Tatiana. The one that came with us when we left Mendocino.

This child of mine has come a LONG way since her very turbulent and often painful adolescence. (Some of it chronicled on this blog.) So has our relationship, which was quite strained for a stretch. Because everything changes, always.