The winsome quartet

It’s often said that “you don’t know the value of something until you’ve lost it.” This spring, I briefly toyed with the idea of selling my drafty old home in the Santa Monica Mountains of rural Agoura and heading for points unknown. For a time the prospect of change seemed exciting—until the prospect of saying “farewell” became excruciating. In the interim, I began the inevitable task of compiling inventories of what I’d miss most.

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