So Grand

Back home, missing babies M, J and O but thrilled to be here as well. I may be the only person in Jackson happy to be here in November. As you can see from the above, snow is on the mountains. The valley is ochre except for the evergreens, the cottonwood trees and aspens are bare and, even on a beautiful day, there is a sense of waiting for the first BIG snow.

It is quiet. No lines in the grocery, most are restaurants closed until early December and only the year rounders ( and us who think we are year rounders and are not) are here.

A walk on the levee yesterday gave us a spot of 3 trumpeter swans on a pond near the river. Today on the same walk, one flew in a recon circle as we approached letting us know that they were there first - a polite suggestion we turn about which we did. The trumpeter wingspan looks to be about 7 feet. As close as we were, the swan in flight was a beautiful sight.

Earlier while practicing piano a beautiful solo buck rounded the corner of the house. I stopped playing, he stopped walking and for about 2 minutes we looked each other eye to eye. Communion.

When in London the days were blessedly filled with baby feeding, burping, changing, the school run, cooking, an occasional outing with J for lunch- little time for posting. I do have more images to add though - great memories for me - and will post those very soon. As always, stay tuned.