I have spent years in this house trying to find a spot to discover my inner organized child, and the living room is perfect now that I've gone through
The primo view on this farm is from the hill behind the 1920's dairy barn with silos. From that point, most of the acreage is visible sleeping quietly under the snow right now. But not for long, ya'll. The first flowers....snowdrops....usually pop up in late January. After that will be the quince and the buttercups. Hey, is that faith or what? Growing up as a farmer's daughter has given me this sort of keen awareness and appreciation for all seasons.......except that part of summer where you sweat like a hog for two months. That I could live without. Maybe it's just a reminder to us from Big Ernie about how how it is in hades. Who knows!
I am playing more and exploring what makes me happy which is long overdue. A lot of things have contributed to that, but mostly it's just laughing more and getting pissed off less. It doesn't change a thing. Another thing I learned from the steps? It feels damn good to let something go and find peace with it.
Here's to us and all ya'll and their mamas'n'them. Bless our hearts!!!!