my nest

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

magical.  

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.