I am a refuge from the simple life. When I started this blog, I was living with my husband of 37 years on 2.5 acres up in the Cascade mountains. My husband died last year and left me to struggle alone. I moved into a house owned by my church, and re-discovered the luxuries of running water and electricity. And I met a good friend during those lonely nights in the ICU, a man that lost his wife of 21 years the day before I lost Jeffrey. It formed a bond between us that turned into love. And now, instead of tending to my goats, I am learning to live with modern conveniences. I am looking forward to life on the river, in our big houseboat.