The Peace of the Wild Things.
40 weeks, 1 day.
I feel like we’re in limbo just waiting for him to show up at some unknown hour.
Other than the anticipation of his arrival, I’m actually feeling much better than I have this entire pregnancy. I still feel nauseated, but I have energy! I feel happy. Not like a lethargic, miserable lump. Well at least not most of the time. I still have my moments.
Tonight I went for a hike through the hills behind the cabin with the girls.
Rosie took this picture of me with Ada. Ada’s legs get tired walking in the tall itchy grass up and down hills.
I visited some of my favorite spots. All is right in the world.
I would love to build my own cabin in this very spot.
It’s even more remote than our cabin, I don’t know how we would get up here unless it was on ATV’s or walking a long distance from the car all the time.
It belongs to my neighbors. The land goes back behind our cabin, down a deep ravine in thick woods, and then up on another ridge top to the neighbor’s cabin.
She has a big truck that she takes to get back there.
Our cabin is just ahead to the right out of the picture. In the spring this entire field was filled with waist high wild daisies.
The neighbor just bush hogged it a few weeks ago, which makes it much easier to walk through.
My hiking companions love to take off out of sight through the woods.
I’m definitely adding the Passion Flower to my list of favorite flowers.
Why have I never seen them before? Today I went out and there was a big patch of them blooming! I want to learn the names of all the plants, trees, and flowers out here.
I love the way something new is in bloom all the time.
Mother Nature has staggered it perfectly so that one beautiful thing withers for the season just as something new is appearing.
Living out here makes this cycle so apparent. I’d never seen the rhythm of the months so clearly before.
I feel like people living packed together in cities and suburbs are missing out on SO MUCH. I can never, ever go back to that now.
Sure, it’s nice to be able to get to Walmart in five minutes vs. half an hour. But…do I really want to live my life based on how easy it is to by plastic junk and prepackaged goods?
That makes me sound like one of those crazy people. I guess what I’m saying is even though it’s not as convenient or easy to go places it’s worth it.
Worth it beyond words.
This is another one of my favorite places. It’s in the woods just behind the cabin.
The floor of the forest is covered in periwinkle, which has little purple flowers all over it in early spring.
This is looking towards the recently bush hogged daisy field.
It’s like a fairy tale. Except I live here and walk here almost daily.
The most magical times are first thing in the morning when the fog is just beginning to lift, and also in the evening at dusk when this picture was taken.
At dusk the deer come out and they aren’t very shy. They stand and stare at you, lock eyes, just a few feet away. Then they bound off through the woods.
The other day I saw the perfect doe. She was young with a cotton tail and white spots on her hind end.
Did I mention I never want to leave here?
Sometimes I feel like this is all I want out of life.
I mean things aren’t perfect, but this is IT. I’m finally in the right place. I’m here.
I don’t have a list of goals I’m working frantically to achieve. I’m not wishing I was somewhere else, or pining away for something in the future.
I love the now and I can’t imagine what else I would need.
I don’t need 349 TV channels, or a newer car, or any new expensive electronic devices. I’m not needing the latest clothing fashions, or to argue with people who don’t believe the same things I do, or any of those things. It’s like they’ve all fallen away.
There’s something new here every single day if you go out and look. The sunset looks different each day. A new flower is blooming in abundance.
It sounds so silly, but honestly after sitting out here on the porch watching my kids play for hours going inside and turning on the TV, should any channels even come in clearly on the antenna, is downright unpleasant. We’re those TV free people, and not even on purpose or to fulfill any kind of agenda. It just happened.
Occasionally Netflix streaming works, though it pauses a lot. The kids try to watch it, and they have some DVD’s. It’s not the same though. They get bored of it fast and go off to play. Before they could watch hours of Netflix shows, then Nick Jr. and Cartoon Network, then still want to watch a movie on DVD, and after that play some games online.
Living here has made everything in our lives shift to some sort of new paradigm. I’m still trying to settle into the newness of it all. I’m not sure what winter here will be like.
Summer though? Summer has been amazing.
If you ever have the chance to step away from normal suburbia and go live somewhere rustic, don’t hesitate. DO IT! Run there as fast as you can.
I always try to hatch baby chicks for each kid’s birthday. It’s becoming a new and fun tradition.
These are Baby H’s birthday chicks.
Except it’s apparently not his birthday…
Which is why I staggered the hatch just in case. They’re supposed to hatch August 1st-3rd.
There are seven of them out so far.
So funny–the big black rooster Mr. Big is the father of all the chicks except one, apparently.
Another rooster had a moment of brief success! Typically Mr. Big is in charge and anytime he sees another rooster getting in on with one of the hens he charges over and puts a stop to it. That means all of our chicks come out black like him.
The blond chick has five toes on each foot instead of four.
If Baby H could see how many awesome things await him out here I’m sure he would speedily exit the womb.
So many wonderful adventures are waiting, time to come out and join us!
I don’t think he’s getting the message. ;)
I feel very ready tonight. Like my body is strong and my heart is happy, like I could easily give birth. This is probably the first time I’ve felt like this during his pregnancy.
Now if only I could actually give birth!