Come on in and set a spell with me! Let's have a cup o' something and let's look out over one of the most beautiful spots on this planet, the "Daughter Of The Stars".

Entering the Shenandoah Valley is like stepping back in time into a magical, misty, glistening aura of peace and serenity. The quiet settles around us like a billowing velvet cloak. Rolling fields of green and gentle hills towering with oak, hickory, pine and chestnut trees sing of ancient Indian tribes, the pioneers who found and settled them, and the beautiful people who till the soft fertile soil today.

If you stand very still, you may feel the touch of something almost like a breeze lightly brushing your arm. You might even imagine that you hear stifled cries, after all these many years, of the ghosts of Confederate soldiers as they marched through these hills with General Stonewall Jackson.

The Shenandoah Valley is not just a place to live or visit---it is a thing you live, a presence you feel, something in which you rejoice every second of time that you spend here. To live here is a Blessing.

My Shenandoah Valley Home

The Legend of the Shenandoah Valley

Our Little Community of Basye

Some Shenandoah Valley History

Meet My Hubby, "Trainman"

This is Freckles, "Queen of the Mountain"

Our Home, the "3 Pines Ranch"

"Shaboom's Kitchen"

My Passions In Life

Here are My Favorite "Hunks"

Some Mountain Musings

My Tucson Beginnings

E-Mail Me

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