
I was walking in from the fabric store with my hands full of a idea for the year ahead; I wasn't planning on the news...
We live in the sticks & it is as quite as a mouse,
Our landlord now has plans to put in a storage unit on 1/2 of our 3 acres of bliss; directly next to the house. In the late afternoons I routinely take pleasure in that open field, the best part of my day be it winter or summer is laying on the ground & looking up at the sky & when my spirit gets all knotted up I can count on binging on that fresh air. Now It's like fern gully & my heart feels broken for what is to be of this beauty; Are we the last to appreciate it's splendor...
He has plans to start the building process this summer before out lease is over. I moved out here with excitement; have a large garden, talk with deer like snow white & get that city bully off my shoulder. I do not think I'll be gardening next to cement trucks & I'm pretty sure snow white wouldn't put up with construction workers. The sadness that will go on is nearly to overwhelming & perhaps we will be breaking the lease; especially after the conversation I just had with this man. It's kind of like wanting to hold you're lovers hand while they are in surgery but you know it will not be of any help to the operation.
It's very difficult for me to get to work today even with all the new fabric. I feel like I need to soak up as much of the love the land has to give...






