snow on seashells

20 degrees and snowing

As I look out our kitchen window, I'm torn. Our seashell wind chimes make me yearn for the beach and a warm breeze. Yet snow falling on the Christmas wreath my mom sent us is beautiful, too. Both bring good memories.

I'm excited that editing is nearly complete for The Phantom of Hidden Horse Ranch, #7 in the Cabin Creek Mystery series. I love writing these, especially because I'm reminded of when our boys were little and wouldn't go to bed. Bribes were easy. "Want to hear a Jeff and David story?" I'd ask, and zooom they were under their quilts. Snowy nights or summers with windows open, they were willing listeners. Thirty years later, I'm still thanking them.