Lupine's birthday was perfectly lovely. A few dear friends, a treasure hunt, some tea in fancy cups and some grain-free cake and treats.
It was nothing short of lovely.
And the setting didn't hurt any either.
Magical house in the country, creek gurgling at the edge of the pasture, pink sunset behind the ridge.
Let's take another look at that, shall we? (Come to think of it, you've had a few sneak peeks already. Especially this day.)
Because… yep. You guessed it. We've found our country home!
And today all of that wanting and visioning seems like a lifetime ago.
We've been contemplating this very farm for no short of two years. And now that our house is sold (eek!), we're ready.
Strangely (for a country girl who has been
temporarily displaced to a small town for the past six years) I am
paralizingly terrified by this move.
I'm not sure why. I guess because it feels big. Like our last move. For a long, long time.
And also perhaps because we've been trying so hard for so long to get back to the land.
So tonight is our
last night in town. In the house where Lupine was born. And in the morning there will be a horse trailer
full of our belongings heading to the country.
Eeek! So excited, and so terrified – all at the same time. Truly, I am at a loss to explain why this move has me so undone.
(Say something encouraging, won't you?)