“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


put the iPod away and pay attention to your surroundings

when it was summer.

stripes on her ankles.
toe rings. 
nail polish. 
humidity, mosquitoes, rivers and rain. 
not my image, not my feet,
though i willingly accept the blame or credit for the photoshop juju. 
i heard through the grapevine that she had fun, fun, fun, and wants to go back.
i could see it in her feet and asked to borrow the image.

3000 acres and almost no people.  sometimes phone service, sometimes not.  911 is a long way away. bears have been encountered and wild horses have a habit of showing up on the cabin's lawn.  you are as on your own as the cat and kittens who've made their home in a fallen down barn somewhere on the property.  the dogs who show up now and then are called ugly and uglier, though neither is. if the weather grows suddenly cold and you are unprepared, it means a drive to the nearest town for jackets and jeans.

if you break down, it's up to you to fix it.


i wrote this 4 months ago.
there are now puppies under the porch and temperatures in the 20s.
everything changes.
nothing changes.

(title via this article.)


1 comment:

  1. "everything changes. nothing changes." isn't that the truth, sugar? some days i find that comforting, other days i find it annoying and want to shrug it off, wriggle out, leave it behind.


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