I have skipped a few weeks of blog entries (our intent is to send one out each Monday) because I’ve been immersed in a moving moving process, slowly and lovingly ending my nearly 7 years in a “hobbit house” apartment in Saratoga. I have lived amid three generations of a wonderful, inspired family that has for years nurtured a magical property. The human relationships and activities (such as Thursday lunch salon and impromptu Sunday afternoon musical soirees in the “great hall”) and the natural ones anchored by giant…