rumpusparable

ok, whoever you are, you didn't fess up.... to heck with you then.


you know...

some day, i want a place with green. with trees & seasons so i can watch them change. with fruit to pick and just to see hanging in the sun and shade. with bushes to climb through, gather berries from, get scrapes from, for deer to live in.

i want a little garden. tomatoes, potatoes, maybe pumpkins some years... a place to grow food for my house. corn to husk & fail to make anything with the husks.

near water... a lake, not large, just small.. a private lake small enough to walk around, but large enough for the wind to cause little wavelets in. fed or feeding a stream.

maybe some chickens. some cats & dogs....

a field with high grass and wild wheat turning brown in summer and fall...

some place you can walk the morning cool nude or lay out at night in pajamas under starry skies.

a place where the thunderstorms whip the trees and make you feel alive and closer to your little corner while afraid to go too far out into it.

maybe a woodstove to curl up to... and wood to watch M chop... stealing his huge boots and clomping about wobbly when rushing outside in the snow...

sitting in the sunshine, in a small clearing a bit from the house, surrounded by scraggly woods, feeling the ground and hearing the birds.... the sensation of seclusion without loneliness on my skin.