The Open House was my news today, and if you watch my news rather than their news,  you will be comforted and reminded by the fact that people are good, and are eager to do good given the chance. Dixie and her husband (yes, that’s her wonderful name) drove up from Georgia to come to the Open House.

Open, loving people with a huge sack of my books – just about every one I’ve written – and they were so happy to see the farm and Maria’s work and the dogs and animals – and me too. America was here, and my faith in our beautiful country was very much affirmed. They gave me much hope.

A visitor went out to the road and wrote down the different license plates just across the road for me at that moment – Pennsylvania, Missouri, Quebec, New Jersey, New York, South Carolina, Iowa, Massachusetts, Kentucky, Illinois and Connecticut.

A writer never, of course, knows whether anybody is listening or reading, tastes are fluid and a writer’s life is fragile. The Open House  reminded me that people are listening, and reading closely, that is pretty wonderful news for me.