A few months ago, surprisingly and somewhat suddenly, my husband and I decided to move (another story altogether!). Lot’s of conversations were had on the topic. I remember telling my Dad, who lives to the north on a lake (“God’s country” as he calls it :), and my brother, who loves his riverfront home, that I really just wanted to find what they had – a place that gave me the “ahh, this is home!” feeling; a place that fed my soul. When I’ve thought about it through the years I’ve pictured that place as a meadow. I know I even once told my daughter that a meadow would be my ideal although I certainly could never imagine how I would ever come to own one.
|“Pine Meadow” – just to make it official 🙂|