The older I get.... Wait, this sounds like a recurring theme. I could finish that sentence in a thousand ways. Cause the older I get the more appreciation, understanding, intuition, wisdom, humor, serendipity, insanity I have. But I digress.
The older I get, the more I appreciate little celebrations. No offense to the big celebrations of the world. They are important too. We've received two house warming gifts and a card. They touch our hearts. A card is "just" a piece of paper in an envelope. However, the envelope holds a shit ton of good wishes and happy thoughts. Someone cared enough to honor us with love. Gotta love that.
One of the gifts we received is a load of fire wood. Literally, a house "warming" present. Can't wait to use some of that. Nothing warms our hearts like a fireplace, and the gift of comfort from it. Last but not least, we received an awesome gift box of wine, cheese, fruit and snacks. Lordy, after moving we needed the extra sustenance. Beautifully packaged, carefully selected all manner of yummiliscious.
Any way you look at it we've been blessed. A warm house with gifts of love. We'll share, you know. C'mon out. Just look for the little white house on the prairie. It's special, we're special and we have special gifts to enjoy.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Room With A View
We recently moved from the city to the country. The house was surrounded by cornfields. I admit to being a bit afraid of how I would feel about the landscape after the corn was harvested. Corn makes a pretty good privacy fence.
It made me think of the walls we all have, that keep other things out. We usually suspect removing them will be a bad thing. Indeed a scary thing. In the case of the corn, it's a dusty thing. Noisy, but fascinating. We are such country living newbys. We share our lane with the farmer so he has access to his fields. We didn't have to, but seeing as there was a tradition in place we chose to honor that.
Such a surprise to see a combine, tractors and semi's in the back yard area while they harvest. Instead of city lights and noises we are seeing farmers at work late into the night. It's a different world and we are thrilled to have a better understanding of it.
As to the view, I find I love it either way. Before we were in a cocoon of corn, now we have wide open vistas. Fairly flat vista's because this is central Nebraska. Makes us appreciate the rolling hills we do have. The wall came down and it's all good.
It made me think of the walls we all have, that keep other things out. We usually suspect removing them will be a bad thing. Indeed a scary thing. In the case of the corn, it's a dusty thing. Noisy, but fascinating. We are such country living newbys. We share our lane with the farmer so he has access to his fields. We didn't have to, but seeing as there was a tradition in place we chose to honor that.
Such a surprise to see a combine, tractors and semi's in the back yard area while they harvest. Instead of city lights and noises we are seeing farmers at work late into the night. It's a different world and we are thrilled to have a better understanding of it.
As to the view, I find I love it either way. Before we were in a cocoon of corn, now we have wide open vistas. Fairly flat vista's because this is central Nebraska. Makes us appreciate the rolling hills we do have. The wall came down and it's all good.
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