Somehow by the grace of whatever or whomever, I ended up here and I look out my window every single morning and I pinch myself and I tell myself this is real.
It's actually hard for me to stay in the kitchen because I like being out where I can talk to the people. It's just like sayin' hello to them everyday.
They really want me to quit because I'm getting older. But if I quit it just
seems like I give everything up. I do it, I love it, and it's been my dream.
What I enjoy about it is making it, selling it, delivering it, meeting people, seeing that it's got a good home. These are like my children, you know. They're not just something that's thrown out there and left to the wind.
Sometimes I would get overloaded with the everyday things and I would come to the mountains and look over the mountains, and suddenly, it was so small.
We call it saving the good stuff...there should be a few places where the beauty of the place and the values of the old communities that have been here before can be identified and preserved to the extent possible.
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Bravo Reiley. So very nice.
All our best
Scott