This is where I sit, reading & thinking. Dave has his bait shop open, the
farm cats all have found nap spots, and the goats graze or stand
on their bridges awaiting a troll. The birds sing...and it all feels a bit
Just this morning I found a bird on my steps, perhaps she had
flown into a screen, all the same she let me lift her to the safety of a raised
planter until she was ready to fly off. I assume she may be sitting in a tree
branch above me as I write this on my deck....knowing I am the being
that shares this farm with her. That her home is here.
I look around and feel just a bit awestruck. This lovely farm is mine...
and I am hers. We both found each other at that moment when we
both needed each other. Just as I helped to breathe life back into
her nooks & crannies, she did the same for me. I wonder what I
would have missed if we had not made that unpretentious
decision that we would live on a farm in western Wisconsin.
Just like that bird, I had flown into life head first. This farm picked me
up, ever so gently, and welcomed me home. And this is my nest.