I know that it is a little early but I just doned my really cool camo Santa hat that one of my archery students gave me. Need something to cheer me up at the moment. Sture being gone is leaving a pretty big hole in our winter evening. Well, it feels like winter.
So, we are all cleaned up after the big reunion weekend. The pilgrims have come and gone. They travel so lightly and well that they don’t really leave much of a footprint.
Watching the flames dance in the wood stove and thinking about your warm hearts scattered around the world. Join me, won’t you. I am going to propose a toast to the prince of dogs: Thank you Sture for your tremendous heart, love you, may we all be as robust as you.