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A summer evening Warm, but not too hot Calm, smooth water Setting sun Thunderclouds building And then disappearing Puffy clouds  Imagination of figures in the sky Fishing jumping A cool dip off the back of the boat Yummy food to nourish Great conversations Sharing our cares and concerns The sun disappears The stars come out Peacefulness abounds Time to head to the dock What better way to spend an evening? Good friends, Good food, God's blessings beyond compare!

As we continue to settle into our "new" home, my thoughts have been going back to our loghome.  With each picture that we hang, with each piece of furniture that we place, with each accent piece that I pull out, I think about why we bought it, where we hung it and the memories that we created. I wonder if the new owners will love "our" loghome as much as we did.  Will they understand the love and sweat that we put into each log that was laid, each board on the floor that we placed, the choice of cabinets, etc.?  The list is endless and yet I don't think they will understand.  Last week Hubby went to take some packing containers back to our "old" neighbors.  He said the house looked forlorn and sad.  The new owners had yet to move in.  We wondered if they had the electric on - if not, what would happen to all that wood with the heat and humidity we've been experiencing.  We wondered if they planned to move in.  We wondered if they "cared...

Mom thought it was time for me to talk about my feelings on this "move thing". I started to get worried back at the end of May when all of a sudden empty boxes started to appear - everywhere.  Then Mom began filling the boxes with all of "our" stuff!  At least it wasn't a suitcase, but still, I began to get a tad bit concerned about what was going on.  You see, there had been lots of strangers coming into our home and checking things out - you know, opening doors and cabinets, going from room to room (just like I do when there's something new).  What was I to think? The boxes were stacked all in one spot and the kept getting higher and higher.  Pretty soon, the pictures came off the walls.  Things were getting stranger and stranger.  Mom & Dad kept telling me we were moving to a new house and that I would really like it - no more stairs to climb.  My little brain still wasn't comprehending what they were telling me.  I just wanted t...