I am slowly becoming familiar with the rhythms of our new home. I no longer wake in the night, wide-eyed in the dark, with a tinge of panic, wondering “where am I”? This is home now, this beautiful place in Northern California. How lucky am I to be living here? The yard is green and full of trees; there are coastal redwoods, oak, maple, birch, and fruit trees. The fragrance of roses, gardenia, and jasmine fills the air. There is something special in every little corner of this yard. It is my own sanctuary, and I am grateful for the beauty of it all. And then there are the markets; the best Farmer’s Markets are just a short drive away. Every weekend we make a visit to one or another of them and marvel at the array of produce, flowers, organic meat, dairy and baked goods.