I'm the keeper of an old farmhouse and seeker of old beautiful things to fill her (and then some, lol) Often someone asks just how all this came to be.
So for the curious, the lovers of all things old, those who share my triumphs and tragedies and those thinking of loving an ancient old house I've started to put all it all to word and picture here.
I began my day just before 8am with a tense incoming phone call....
Once responded to and behind me I knew the best possible thing I could do was head to the woods
Because honestly, I swear I can feel the damp soft timeless soil
beneath my feet and the trees (tho still leafless) who tower above me
drain the stress, anxiety and sadness away.
Every time my foot connects with the earth, I can almost feel it draw
the worries and pressures away from me ~
were they go or how they dissipate from the soil to the universe I have no clue.
But however those trees, hills and earth manage it for me
it always, always works.
Early this morning it was cool, windy and sunny. Clear and crisp.
The red wing blackbirds were full of themselves (as always, lol)
I spotted a tiny handful of early blooming bushes and mosses declaring themselves alive.
But for the most part it was the vistas and views seen only 'pre-leafing' that kept me company.
The daffodils were waiting to say hello amid the leafless thatch that,
in summer will be a grand wild berry patch.....
No sounds aside from the birds, the breeze in the hundreds of trees and my thoughts.
When stress comes calling some meditate, some hit the snooze button, some rush to immerse themselves in work or family or any one of hundreds of things that people find best relieves stress