Bowl Full of Cherries

Jerri and I are successfully moved and half way unpacked into our new home.

A farm house

We have dreamed of living more simply and here we are. Playing in the dirt, lighting fires to warm the house, and eating fresh eggs that our neighbor's hen laid in our barn.

Life is good
Air is fresh
Breathing is easy

Two day ago we crossed the dirt road to explore the creek that sings us to sleep at night. Under the trees our true identites became known and we played on as Robin Hood and Maid Marianne. After our adventure into the wild was over we walked the ten feet back into our house to chop more wood for the fire.

There are many differences between a house in the country and a house in the city. I quickly discovered the innerworkings of a farm are meant to be dusty and scatterbrained. Everyday I walk outside to check on the dafidills and ivy, I sit in the garden and dream of fresh tomatoes and basil, and I dig in the dirt if for no other reason than to touch the earth. And everyday I walk back inside not knowing which is dirtier: my hands or my kitchen floor.

Oh well, only true things are important now.
It's time for tea

And while I know eventually I will need to sweep the floor, eventually I will go to town and get back to work, today I am making Cherry Crumble from the cherries my landlord canned last summer and left for us to enjoy. Jerri and I pitted them ourselves. One bowl full of seeds, one bowl full of cherries. And I can't help but think

Life is... well... good.