Ever Fall In Love With A PlaceI live in my head too much

I don’t know if I have yet, fallen in love with a place.

I say I love the woods, but lots of people say that.

I think what I love about the woods is the, ‘quiet/not quiet’ of the community of the forest. Like so many car’s whizzing by or people talking and being busy is a woodland community. Though as a community the mammals, insects, birds and amphibians create their noise way more quietly.

I am talking about a specific place though.

Like when my mom fell in love with the little farm house her folks moved her to when she was nine.

Or how my oldest daughter is falling in love with her boyfriend and his farm, seriously, she comes home with all kinds of farm stories, calves being born, barn cat’s and weird cow stories, I don’t even know who she is. My little princess.

Buying new barn boots.

A place, maybe yours is a family cabin, a vacation spot, grandma’s porch or pray tell a library? Who knows why we do, but we do.

I don’t think I’ve found one yet, someplace that just makes me want to chuck it all and just move there.

I’m nostalgic about my Moms little farm, I was born there, the memories all seem ‘good’, ya’ know! My cousin Mark liked it there so much when he was young that he finally bought a farm for himself that he and his wife raise beef cows on.

Crazy how a place can affect a person so deeply.

I always say I would love to own a small farm, but what I really mean, I think, is, I would love to own some land with out buildings and an old shop. Something with enough acreage that I could raise pheasants for the dog’s and be able to release them, without worrying about the neighbors. Maybe with a pond.

I try to picture ‘my place’, you know, positive mental imagery. All I can see so far is me and the dogs, in the morning, looking out back, across a dew covered field, the sun – juuuust breaking the horizon,

me with my coffee, the dog’s sniffing around to do their business,

when a rooster, a pheasant rooster, pokes out, way down on the walking lane, the ole’ tough bird, the smart one, he’s beautiful…

you know…   the one that got away.