I’ve returned to my country home on the edge of suburbia. It has a swimming pool and spa. It has a vegetable garden and fruit orchards that produce delectable morsels. It has a rose garden and flower beds that produce colorful displays. It has a green pasture. It has a home office I call my writing room that looks out at the pool, orchard, and ornamental trees that turn shades of red, yellow, and orange in the Fall. It has a king-sized bed and a hot shower. It has a modern kitchen with two-door refrigerator, double convection oven, electric stove top and all the latest conveniences. It has a workshop with my tools. It has carports that protect my vehicles from the elements. It also has my wife who has filed for divorce. It has so many things I’ve taken for granted and will miss. Yet a dissolution of marriage and a sale of my home seems inevitable. Divorce is such an ugly episode in a life. I suppose it offers hope for a new and happier life, but that hope is hard to find at times.