Nearly four seasons have passed and soon I'll want the coolness of Autumn once more. In a year, I've become the resident of forty acres and a forest. I belong now to this ancient mountain, weathered to a hill. I've left a small town; this wild land is now my home. I'm part farm hand, part artist, part writer, part mountain woman. Right now it suits me well. It has been a busy year of changes, great and small. But now I'm quite settled, hoping the land will be my muse and wring wonderful things from my able hands.