“Get the sheep!” I called to Fate as she stared at me eagerly, her tongue already long. The sheep and donkeys were busy grazing in the pasture. I looked to the house for a moment and saw Jon framed by the blossoming crab apple, watering the growing flowers.
I motioned with my hand for Fate to make another circle around the sheep and snapped a few photos.
Although our house sits on a main road, the side yard has always felt like a protected space to me. The placement of the house, barn and my studio along with the big old Birch and apple tree, create a circle that always feels to me like walking into a hug.
Watching Jon nurture that loving space fills my heart with gratitude that we are here together.
6 thoughts on “Backyard Hug”
I’m missing your radio show! My border collie of 12 years recently died and I am about to embark on life with a new puppy and I have so many questions. I hope you will post a call for questions before your next podcast.
Trish, Yes, please email me with your questions we’re sure to do a podcast this weekend. Thanks for asking. I’ll email you too.
You found home, Maria. So beautiful.
Yes, Janet, I think you’re right. 🙂
I’d heard mention of The Birch tree but don’t ever recall seeing a photo showing her in it’s entirety: she is one grand old dame, and with some sway to her in what looks like a pleated skirt! I wonder if it was the Wahlwraths (am I spelling the prior owners name correctly?) who planted her? She and The Apple tree seem like a watchful pair, guardians of the land, no? I love trees…..sigh.
I know I have a photo of her in the moonlight, but I took that a while ago Amy. They do seem to be a pair and guardians is just the right word. I don’t know if the Walrath’s planted them. I’d have to look and see how long these two trees live. I believe Florence lived here for 80 years.