After a mere 18 months of retirement, my husband was offered a fabulous job in the South Bay area of San Francisco. Just three months later, we had moved from our beloved Bayou home to the foothills of the Santa Cruz Mountains.
The hills that stretch up the coast and Central Valley of California from Santa Barbara to Sacramento are covered in wild oak grass which dries to a beautiful, golden brown in summer. It's an iconic California scene familiar to many.
Yet when we moved here, it was spring and the hills were bright with a vibrant green. The simple landscape with its rolling hills covered in high grass and dotted with large oaks trees, seem to move to a gentle rhythm.
Another big change came in life’s journey full of mystery, challenges and awe-inspiring beauty! The green hills would soon change to gold and then again to green. The placid movement of the California Hills stretching out before me is a reminder to walk through life peacefully, as time and change carries me along.
