Thanks to My Dear John and Thunder Roads Beth, I realize that I have been remiss in writing to this blog. My Dear John was convinced that Bernie and I had developed Cabin Fever and killed each other.
Apparently, this blog is not the only form of communication I’ve been neglecting. After about two weeks on the homestead my dear husband informed me that I stand in danger of becoming downright unsociable. He sited the example that I had only left the homestead once in two weeks – and that was to go to the dump. And I went unwillingly and under duress.
But I LIKE being here! I like Bernie being here with me. And I have a really hard time understanding why I should leave it. I mean Bernie has been taking care of everything here while I work in my office and he’s great company when I’m not working. We have food, each other, beer, lots of honey, and constant entertainment watching the wildlife and walking through the woods, so it’s difficult to think of any good reason I should leave here.
But there is no excuse for not keeping in touch, and I do apologize for that. I pretty much suck at blogging.
Things are going really well for us right now. Bernie is busier than a one armed wall paper hanger taking care of this place and moving us out of our home in town. He’s been spending a lot of time getting the back hoe bucket repaired. I like it best when he works around here and I can hear him in the background as I work from my office. It’s comforting. And it’s also the only time I know for certain I’ll get fed during the day. I’ve been busy with working from home during the day, and getting bath products to sell made in the evenings. And then there’s always the view outside that demands attention……
Tonight we took the Trail Blazer up the Road Less Traveled and sat on a fallen tree and listened to the rain beat on the canopy above us. We sat there quite a while. Together. Silent. Listening. Watching. Finally the rain made it down to us and we went on to the house.
We are busy – and we are happy. We are finally taking time to enjoy every day. And we are enjoying each other more than ever. I guess you kind of have to do that when you live in the middle of 65 acres and refuse to leave it.
Oh – and Hersey, you don’t have to be crazy to live on the side of a mountain. But it sure as hell helps.