Some moments remain crystal clear.
The crunch and squeak of snow on a winter’s night walking home from a friend’s after dinner. The stars close enough to touch and the moon, a crescent, hangs just over the ridge of the Lizard Range.
Rolling out the mountain bike after a summer rain squall. The smell of the dampened cedar duff as you ride up and down Lazy Lizard. The even rhythm of the ride carries through the rest of the day.
The sun dropping behind the ridge and starting the BBQ. The kids laughing as they play on a jump they built in the backyard. The burgers cook with grilled onions and spuds.
At The Cedars moments cascade one after another. We live with a freedom and a connection to land, the meadows and the mountains surrounding our homes.
This is a community.
Walking next door to borrow a cup of sugar becomes a half hour coffee chat.
The crunch and squeak of snow on a winter’s night walking home from a friend’s after dinner. The stars close enough to touch and the moon, a crescent, hangs just over the ridge of the Lizard Range.
Rolling out the mountain bike after a summer rain squall. The smell of the dampened cedar duff as you ride up and down Lazy Lizard. The even rhythm of the ride carries through the rest of the day.
The sun dropping behind the ridge and starting the BBQ. The kids laughing as they play on a jump they built in the backyard. The burgers cook with grilled onions and spuds.
At The Cedars moments cascade one after another. We live with a freedom and a connection to land, the meadows and the mountains surrounding our homes.
This is a community.
Walking next door to borrow a cup of sugar becomes a half hour coffee chat.
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