Once you think you've made it there, the drive almost disappears. This twist grows up so much I have to cut it down each year. Your not quite there, keep going up. It's a good climb so take it slow for there is no rush.
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Ah, the peacefulness and tranquility of dirt roads.
My Great Grandparents raised their family just up the hill off this dirt road.
My Grandmother walked down this road to go to school.
My Mom, her brother and sister spent their summers playing up and down this dirt road.
My older sister and I spent a lot of our childhood in the woods and the river next
to this dirt road.
Once you think you've made it there, the drive almost disappears. This twist grows up so much I have to cut it down each year. Your not quite there, keep going up. It's a good climb so take it slow for there is no rush. |
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Haven't been using the cabin much, it is in so disrepair. The mice have made their winter homes so I peacefully left them there. I focused more on clearing to see what I could find. As I hand pulled the weeds and brush to discover a big bed of rose vines. |
On my last day in the woods this year some very dear friends came to visit.
They made me these wonderful "flintstone" benches to sit by the fire place on.
These are the best of days. And if these were the worst of days, who could ask for any better.
My Dream is to open this place to many as a "back to basics" retreat.
Where one could learn again from the Earth and the Spirit.
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