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A jay takes its pick from the peanuts on Grandma’s deck overlooking Lake Almanor. Before I leave my Quincy adventure behind, I have one more picture to show you. You’d think the lake would be the first thing I’d look at, with all that blue stretching out to the mountains. But there’s a jay on the railing with a peanut in its beak, and that’s where my eye goes every time. Whenever I go to Quincy to visit my fairy goddaughters, I like to make a little side trip to Lake Almanor.

A beautiful drive through Feather River Canyon brought my Quincy weekend toward its close. I’d shared cookies, presents, and happy fairy dust, and was bringing plenty of joy home with me. Sunday morning, I left Quincy early and drove home through Feather River Canyon. The river, rocky banks, tunnels cut through the mountainside, and changing trees gave me more reasons to stop and take photographs. I’d arrived with cookies and presents; I was leaving with new memories of Sunsh

I held a friend’s granddaughter, fell in love, and chose to become another loving presence in her life. Nine years later, being a fairy godmother is one of my favorite life adventures. Nobody appointed me a fairy godmother. I held a four-month-old baby, fell in love, and decided I wanted to be part of her life. Fortunately, her mother welcomed the idea. That baby, whom I’ll call Sparkle, is nine now, and her mother, Sunshine, has become my dear friend and confidante. On this