Come in...

I'm so glad you found my house. I should have told you to look for a cranberry door. My entry is exposed to the outdoors. If you look through that big window you can see the ocean. Here is where I sit and read, with a blanket over my legs, a lamp behind me, a fireplace log burning brightly most days.

Come in.
We'll have coffee and a savory focaccia while we talk.
I can whip up a focaccia in no time.
To go with our freshly caught crab and fresh picked greens.
I cook when I'm tired of reading or writing.
I cook when I need to think.
I'll be talking as I cook; would you like a glass of pinot? Great wineries here. Great mushrooms and berries and grass-fed beef too.

Now that the rains have stopped, I garden and grow food. The focaccia will have savory baby onions and baby beets. I can pick some lettuces and pea shoots too, and drizzle some fruity olive oil over it all.

Did you get lost on the way?
You know that I'm as Far West as one can get. If you traveled this far, you reached the end of the continent, the end of America.  You're in Oregon, a green state, full of wild rivers, majestic mountains, lots of forests and beaches.  We have lots of rules here that protect the environment, that establish priorities on how we treat  land,  water,  ocean.

Glad to have company! We're isolated here. When company arrives, we all rejoice.
So, tell me where you are from?