beautiful place, beautiful humans.
Today I was inspired to get a super head start planning my flower/herb garden. I’m glad I did because it’s a waaaaay bigger job than I thought it would be. I want to be efficient and keep good records, so giving myself time to plan and research should leave me sitting pretty.
Gotta keep the temps up so I can wear my romper
As fall closed in around me, I felt a little dread as to how the winter would be in my little, drafty cabin. Here we are, mid January and I still have wood, my pipes haven’t frozen and I’ve been quite comfortable. There are still a few months to get through, but so far it’s been a pretty mild winter and for that I’m grateful. We definitely need more precipitation to avoid a firey summer, but I hope the temps stay more on the mild side. My wood pile is dwindling and I may have to buy a cord, but so far I’ve managed to burn only the wood I harvested in the fall – with only one chimney fire 😉
Country life (or any life), I’m reminded, is not a list of tasks to rush through, it is a practise in mindfulness; this is my life.
Buck, split, and stack.
Take photos of kittens jumping and playing.
Can peaches, only to throw some out because the jars didn’t seal – let go, move forward.
These are a few of the things that fill my days and I am grateful to have the space and time to move slowly, practising presence.life
These photos are from last fall, maybe even the fall before… they somehow got lost in the depths of my computer and never made it to the blog. Although, I think maybe they made it onto canvass at one point; I don’t remember. Nonetheless, I love these photos… I love the way fog hangs in the trees. This is what peace feels like inside of me.
This morning offered up a most spectacular moment; the sun shone gloriously upon the frosted field. It’s always a bit of a hustle to capture the moment when it’s happening. I am often frantic in these moments trying to capture what I see, because the light changes so fast during the sunrise. I find transition periods to be uncomfortable sometimes, but I really appreciate the space between seasons.
This is my brothers dog, Ursa… he calls her Pig. She’s a gentle giant who loves to love and roll in the dust (like a pig). She wouldn’t get out of the frame this morning, so here she is in all her dark grandeur.
These sweet little beings came into my life a few weeks ago and I’m really starting to adore them. It’s been just over a year since Squash went missing and it’s been a joy (and an annoyance) to have kitties back in my life.
And mama Selkie, she’s good at keeping the babies in check.
Welcome to the Goose Yard.
Buying property was something I dreamed about, a lot, but never thought would be possible for me. Over the years I have cultivated many beautiful gardens, only to leave them behind, breaking my heart time and again. How I longed for a place where I could put down roots, to witness the magnificence unfold, year after year.
And then, these four remarkable humans and I, decided to buy land together. I feel so blessed to know these beautiful souls. Together we really are a dream team. We each have our own unique skills, perspectives, and characteristics that create a strong community.
I am aflutter to behold the unfolding of our collective dreams.
The unapologetic Columbine.
It is said that people used to grind up the seeds and the dried flowers to make a love potion. It is also said to cause heart weakness. I find it interesting that it is affiliated with love yet can be harmful to the heart.
Sometimes love is harmful to the heart.