That’s what it is up here on our hill.
It’s kind of surreal to me that I was sick from the anxiety of coming back only a short while ago – did that really happen??!! Was I really so stressed out? But, yeah and yeah. Now that the bulk of the basic work has been done – I cleaned up the house and the garden area immediately by the house, cleaned the outhouse and laundry areas – it’s pretty wonderful to be here.
Mack and I have this thing. We sit outside, me on my rocking chair and him on his little Ikea relaxer, and we just sit there when Moxie and Micah are at school and we want to take a break. We look out across our meadow and mountains and trees all around. We don’t talk much, we just sit there and watch the hawks, hummingbirds, butterflies, lizards. Always something going on out there. It’s like Nature’s TV.
And our chickens!
We love these girls
Our old fig tree is still here and growing splendidly. A neighbor told us that there used to be an old homestead right next to the fig tree, and they raised sheep. The sheep used to hang out by the tree, and that’s why the tree grew to what it is now – this MASSIVE tree of unbelievably proportions.
The chickens dig it.
Micah’s gone through some bumps in transitions back to school; Moxie hasn’t. There you go.
Our beautiful, wild, amazing world up here.