Our simple life in Port Townsend just got a little sweeter.  Yesterday we put in an offer on a house and it was accepted.  Not just a house, though, five acres, a small shop, a writer’s studio and big organic gardens with something like a thousand bulbs of garlic already in the ground.  Oh and wood-fired pizza oven.  And an unfinished cob house.  Woods, open space, privacy—ten minutes from downtown PT.

I hope we don’t stumble upon something ugly during the inspections, cause this dream is pretty near perfect.