The crows are communicating in the field, their voices carried by the wind as I write. We're here in Nova Scotia, after our migration from Arizona to Tidnish Bridge. On the last driving day, our rational brains told us to stop and spend the night in Bangor or Calais, Maine, but our hearts told us to push on, cross the border and drive HOME. We followed our hearts and arrived at 10 P.M. Amazingly, the dogs perked up from their back seat travel mode stupor and came to life as we came up the drive. Their noses were wildly sniffing, so we think it was their memories, not ours that drove their euphoria.

We're loving being here. Friends just stopped by, we opened the homemade wine ( French Cabernet we bottled just before we left here in November) and enjoyed the reunion and the wine. Will write tomorrow.