(just ripping off Helen Newman's post riffing about life in Copenhagen)
The friends who will give you the shirts off their backs, esp. the ones who are always game for impromptu potlucks and who come bearing goodness in a dish.
The Black Sheep, the brilliant coffee bar that is less than a minute's walk away, and the attached Spellbinder Books.
The 340 days of relentless sunshine.
The White Mountains.
The Sierras.
The very tiny, but very much loved and supported arts community.
The Millpond Music Festival, where all the kids run wild and free and the musicians come from so very far away to entertain.
The Tri County Fair at Labor Day Weekend.
The Mule Days Parade.
Living downtown with my big tomato garden.
Cycling to do almost all my errands.
The fact that nobody locks their doors.
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