It’s quiet and cold in the country. The oaks have lost their leaves and are hung with clusters of mistletoe. We share the land with howling coyotes, tiny bluebirds and deer.
The house we came here to build has been prohibited by the County, and we have no suitable alternative at present. It’s a long story, fraught with disappointment and outright lies and government extortion. Suffice it to say the land will be kept for an orchard and a sacred space, and I’m looking for employment back near San Francisco or Sacramento.
Lilac Wine :: a warzone towards haiku 
Very sorry to hear that you can’t build on your land.
Comment by Andrew Conway — November 24, 2011 @ 4:33 pm
Thanks. :) I knew there’d be risk, but not quite like this.
Comment by Lilac Wine — November 24, 2011 @ 4:59 pm