Polishing ...

 But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. Isaiah 40:31

Good morning ...

Well, here it is another week ...  Last week was a rainy week at that. Three days of rain and one without. So you have to jam pack all you can into that good day! So that's what I did. This week looks to be much of the same 

Its hard to believe that as bad as this place was, that a weeks worth of hard work has paid off. So happy with the work that was done by some really nice people. There is much more to be done by me and a track hoe.

I was there alone on Tuesday, I had the chance to really look around and get a feel for the land. A mental survey. The back half of this land reminds me of the farmhouse. Beautifully wooded, with both young and mature hardwood. The ground is covered by a blanket of golden brown leaves from too many past autumns to even count. Dry and slippery at the same time. But worth the risk to walk deeper in. And just as you start down the ridge, there it is, a nice clean wide creek. However, here in this location it is referred to as a branch. The great part about the water this time of year, is you hear it way before you see it. 

I feel so at home here ...

As I shift my attention to the broken shard of glass at my feet,  I bend to pick it up, only to discover a pile of broken glass. I am now engrossed with the job of getting every piece I can. Ernie my old Golden starts a faint bark. As I listen, it is so quite, I hear leaves crunching. Without stopping my glass hunt, I say to Ernie, its just a squirrel. But then it got to loud and heavy to be a squirrel. And now Ernie is barking up a storm. I stand up and look. I hear, but can't see.

And then there it is at the very bottom, a beautiful brown and white paint, being ridden ever so slowly through an unknown trail. We both, Ernie and I, sat and watched as they trotted slowly out of sight.

We both sat there for quite some time, just taking it in. I think we were in awe of what is our new home. We are, where we both love. The woods. I look forward to some hiking time with the old boy. We both feel alive here. Me at 65 and him at 78 I think its amazing that we both are here together at our finial home. No more moving, no more traveling, no more cars. Just long walks, lazy days, star fillednights, camp fires and soft beds ... 

Thanks for stopping by ... Blessings from the cottage ...