I Have a Dream

I can hardly listen to the Reverend Kings' speech without choking up, and wish he were still alive to witness tomorrows inauguration. I'm glued to the tube watching all the hoopla in Washington. If I were still living on the East Coast no doubt I would be there to be part of this historical and monumental event. But I'm not, and reporting from this neck of the woods where we woke to freezing fog, I'm reminded that in retrospect it was on Martin Luther King Day in 1996 that I started my hunt for the move that would take me out of the Bay Area in search of my casa in the country.
My dream started its way up the coast of California, stopped in Mendocino, poked around Sebastapol and Sonoma county, where it could not afford to settle and ended up here in Southern Oregon all because of a classified ad in the Sierra Club newsletter.
7 months later I was packing up the moving van and whistling Green Acres.
This August will mark 15 years and today I am considering a new dream and it involves living in a place that is sunny and warm more days out of the year than not.
Yesterday we headed out to the Illinois Valley once again to find some sunshine. This time I kept Maggie on a short leash and out of the brush. Stopping for a latte on the way I snapped the picture above. I'd like to think that this might be where Dr King will be looking down on the festivities from tomorrow. And I sure hope its warm, sunny and he has plenty of milk and sugar.
Amen!