Friday, 27 July 2012
It took us almost two years but we have finally found home again. A little weatherboard cottage overlooking the paddocks, and the hills and forest beyond, on the edge of town where we can sink our hands into the earth and put down roots once more. It already feels like home, with all its quirks and endearing old world charm, in a way that our rented house never could. There are 20 fruit trees beginning to bud, vegetable beds to be turned and planted, chook runs to be repaired and extended. Life is full, and good. I feel so much happier here. The house and garden's spaces flow so beautifully. I have little people lined up along the kitchen bench helping me to shape the bread each morning, and willing hands pulling weeds beside me in the garden. We crawl into bed each night tired and content, and wake with plans for all that waits to be done.