As one who recently moved into town
after 15 years of living outside the city limits,
I find myself yearning for the country.
The list of things I miss is long,
and I feel these absences deep
in my bones.
I miss the lack of street lights
and the ability to allow the curtains
to be left open at night
while soft starlight creeps in
to bathe me during sleep.
I miss the sense of spaciousness,
breathing room,
and being surrounded by all that green.
The wooded hills here are lush,
and this time of year, the green is so thick
it seems to permeate my senses.
I miss mornings on the front porch,
sipping coffee in my pajamas.
And afternoons on the porch with a glass
of iced tea and a decorating book
(Pale and Interesting by Atlanta Bartlett
and Dave Coote is my new favorite).
And I also miss the evenings on the porch
with a glass of wine and the sound of
tree frogs courting one another.
I miss the cool, deep shade of deciduous
woods in the heat of summer.
I miss the solitude that comes
with being outside, all by myself,
with no accompaniment other than
birdsong.
And I miss my garden, which I had lovingly
tended and nurtured for so long.
I am looking to move back out
to my former neck of the woods,
to a house adjacent to the property I had
owned for so long.
Through this time of transition,
the past 8 months,
I have learned that living in town is just not for me.
I have learned the I am undeniably
a country girl.
Self-discovery leads us to places where our
spirits can soar and we can feel at home.
Where have your own discoveries led you?
Until next time...
Anne
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