I’m keeping Springwater Station, my Arizona place, at least for the foreseeable future–and unless I get an offer I simply can’t refuse!
I love Washington. It’s home. Every day, I drink in the sight of my pine trees like ambrosia. But part of my heart remains in Arizona. I have so many good friends there.
So the ‘for sale’ sign comes down.
The Springwater Station sign, handmade by my dear daddy, goes back up over the courtyard gate.
And that’s the news from Linda-land.