As I gaze out at the Little Sugarloaf over the quiet gardens, I see the ‘ghosts’ of yesterday’s children laughing and frolicking on the lawn. Time (and weather) is a fleeting thing, is it not?
It was a glorious day yesterday. One father was rolling down the hills with his little ones. He looked bashful when he caught me watching. I commented that every garden needs a hill…and it does!
Walking through the veggie garden, the bees and bumble bees making the most of the sunny weather, I could almost See the peas growing fatter. I gave the chickens their treat and went on to the pigs. The piglets were out romping. We can’t get enough of watching them. Rough-‘n-tumble play in the mud. They’re just kids really. It’s remarkable to think they’re only a little over two weeks old.
Ah…. we’re in such a beautiful place and truly happy. I love my work, the people, the place. I go for walks in the forest and forage for the most fascinating mushrooms. We can walk the same path five times a day and see something new every time.
The mists of our lives, so far, have been fickle. Perhaps, just this time, the mists will clear to find us still here, happy in our new reality where the sun shines from within the soul even when the skies are grey.