Oh, the vivid hues that nearly blind you as you stagger in from the dark and worldly place called cyberspace. Eyes adjust, then you look with wonder to see above you puffy white clouds against a back drop of azure. To the east, west and north are the greenest hills your eyes have ever seen. A log cabin to the south seems quaint and welcoming. Zinnias and marigolds entreat you to stroll the well worn path leading to it's front door. Draw closer.
At once you hear a soft, sweet greeting nickered from a stable just adjacent to the cabin. It's only Gallivant, saying hello. It's like the gelding knows you already. A palomino filly noses him out of the way to see what the fuss is about. That's my Belle, ever curious.
Almost to the welcome mat now, the scent of cinnamon rolls and fresh brewed coffee tempt from an open window. Before you can lift your hand to rap on the door, it swings wide.
Welcome to Green Haven!
Come in, come in before the rolls cool. Do you take cream and sugar? Sit down. This is my place to house my writings, but you'll find other things here. Meander where you will, stay as long as you like, and do come back again.
