The family gathered in the Santa Cruz mountains to enrich and nourish with redwoods and oaks.  We took the Roaring Camp steam engine train through old growth redwoods and enjoyed the sea lions in Santa Cruz.  I’m with the words of John Squadra as we circle round like a cathedral of redwoods navigating birth and loss.

When you love, you complete a circle, when you die, the circle remains.

When a redwood dies, her descendants spring up around her leaving a circle in the center.

View from the House

From the pier in Santa Cruz

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